Strictly Business

The answer to "when would we do it again" was not that same night. A part of each of us wanted to, for sure, but this had been an emotional and sexually exhausting day, and we were all growing very tired, very fast.

I tried several times to bid Beth and Chase goodnight and return to my own room, but Beth wasn't having it. "After what we just shared, it wouldn't be right if we didn't share the same bed tonight," she said. I'd planned to just close and lock my door after brushing my teeth, but Beth was standing in the doorway, and while I was in the bathroom had stolen all of my pillows. I threw my arms in the air with a laugh and crawled into their bed.

All of us were still nude. Chase was on one side of the bed, I was on the other, and Beth laid between us. She and Chase kissed and said goodnight before she rolled, spooning into him, and faced me. We smiled. "Goodnight, Gwenny."

"Goodnight, Bethy," I answered. We giggled. I looked higher and met Chase's eyes. "Goodnight, Chase."

"Goodnight, Gwen," he said before turning off the lights.

--

I'd made a mental outline of my plan for the next morning prior to falling asleep. Chase and I had our first meeting at 10. Without the aid of an alarm I typically woke up by 7. Assuming they were still asleep, I'd quietly return to my room, shower, and hope the workday wasn't unbearably awkward. It wouldn't be, right? Right.

My eyes fluttered open. Lines of sunshine were slipping through the curtains. It was morning, sometime, but that wasn't what woke me. I was cold. My covers were gone. That wasn't what woke me, either.

Beth was between my legs, eating my pussy. Yep, that's what woke me up. Fuck, that felt so damn good!

I saw Chase was still asleep. Sensing my movement, Beth looked up to me.

"Morning," she whispered with a broad smile, before returning her mouth to my body.

"Mmmmmm, good morning, Beth. Oh my God, you feel so good. I want to be woken up like this every day."

Beth hummed happily, the vibrations buzzing my clit, as she continued to kiss, lick, and explore. My hands reached to my tits.

A few moments later I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. Chase was scanning the scene in front of him. I looked lower and could see his hand moving beneath the sheets. Holy shit! Chase was jerking off to us! I'm naked, his wife is eating me out, and he's stroking his cock while he watches us.

My life has changed a lot in the last 24 hours.

Beth must have figured out what was going on, because suddenly she snapped herself up from between my thighs. I let out a whimper as she reached to her husband, yanking the sheet from his body, and exposing his cock to the air.

"No, no, no, baby, no fair. If you're going to watch us play, we get to watch you play," Beth said, flashing him a grin before plopping back between my legs and resuming her oral activities.

Now with an audience, Beth began increasing intensity. She probed my entrance with her tongue before replacing it with a single finger and quickly found that special spot inside. She began making broad strokes over my clit with her tongue, setting my body on fire.

"Fuuuuuck, yes, Beth. God, you eat my pussy so good. Play with me. Play with my pussy. Lick my pussy. So good! Sooooo fucking good."

Chase's hand was moving faster now, up and down over the length of his cock. I stared. I'd seen it last night, of course, a few times, but mostly it was either in Beth's mouth or pussy. Now it was just here, out in the open. I could reach out and touch it if I wanted to...

"Ohhhh, fuck, you two are so fucking sexy." Chase's words brought me out of my thoughts. I looked to his face and smiled. He stroked himself harder, faster. "Eat Gwen's pussy, baby. Lick her pussy for me. Lick it good."

Beth hit another gear and I neared the finish line. "That's it, Beth. Right there! Don't stop. Don't stop! Don't fucking stop! Yes! Yes! Yessssssss! I'm going to cum. I'm going to fucking cum right fucking now. FUCK! FUCK! FUUUUUCKK! I'M CUMMMMMINNNGGGG!! ARGGHHH!"

I rode the waves of my orgasm and Beth's tongue continued circling my clit.

"Fuck-fuck-fuck!" It was Chase. I looked to his crotch. "FUCK!" His cock exploded, sending ropes of cum skyward, splashing down across his stomach. Holy shit! That was A LOT of cum. I convulsed as a mini-orgasm shot through my body. We made him do that. Beth made him do that. I made him do that. Chase just came all over himself while watching his wife eat me out. Fuck, this was wild!

Beth scrambled from her spot between my legs and moved to her husband. She took his cock in her mouth for a bit and then began licking up the cum from his body. "Holy fuuuuuuck," I said as I watched, my hand instinctively reaching to rub my pussy. This was so fucking hot.

Beth looked up to me with a devilish smile on her face, a bit of cum on her lips. She scooped up more of his load with a finger and held it near her mouth. "Wanna taste," she asked me playfully.

Did I? A part of me wanted to tackle her right then and there, shove my tongue into her mouth, and taste Chase's cum. That image ran through my head as my fingers more urgently rubbed my clit, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over me. "Not this time," I moaned. "Not yet."

"Suit yourself," Beth said with a giggle. "Breakfast of champions." And she finished cleaning her husband off as he and I laughed.

--

Our morning escapades complete, I finally returned to my room. We both closed our sides of the adjoining rooms. Chase and I had to get ready for our meetings, and there was so much to process.

I was on autopilot, my thinking brain busy going through the last 24 hours. Beth and I had sex, my first time with a woman. I'd been in the same room, in the same bed, watching her fuck her husband as I got myself off. Then this morning she ate me out and I watched Chase, my boss, jerk off while he devoured my naked body with his eyes.

And now? Now I was finishing getting dressed for a day of work with that same man.

Shit!

My phone *dinged* to alert me to a message. It was Chase. "I'm heading downstairs for breakfast. See you there soon?" I typed out a quick reply, "You bet!" Then I closed my eyes and took a moment. I honestly believed what we'd all talked about last night, that we could separate work time from play time, that we would remain within our professional boundaries while doing our jobs, that nothing would change.

But something would change, right? I mean, are we just going to pretend nothing happened? How is this going to work?

I found myself in the lobby, approaching the restaurant. Damn you, autopilot! Chase looked up from his phone, saw me, and smiled. Two cups of coffee were on the table. I sat down across from him.

"Good morning, Gwen."

"Good morning, Chase."

A beat went by in silence before we both began to laugh. I put my hands over my face. Chase rubbed his eyes.

"So," he said.

"So," I replied, taking a sip.

"Yeah, things are definitely different," he said.

"You could say that." I smiled. "But good different."

"Oh, yes, yes," he added quickly. "Very good different."

Whew! This was good. Was it a little awkward? Of course! But it would have been way, way more awkward if we'd pretended nothing happened.

Chase suddenly looked more serious. "We're good?"

"Yes, Chase," I replied with a smile. "We're definitely good. Very good."

He smiled and let out a deep breath. "Good. Alright. Game plan. Let's get it together."

We shifted into work mode, going over notes, planning out our meetings. I felt at ease. Better, in fact. This was going to be a great day.

--

"What a fucking dickhead," Chase shouted as we sped down the highway. "Seriously, what was wrong with that guy?"

It was not, in fact, a great day.

It wasn't anything between me and Chase. That part was business as usual. We cruised through our morning meeting, had a great lunch, and the afternoon was going swimmingly until our 4 o'clock. That team had a new member, Ward, who was apparently trying to make an impression.

As usual, Chase and I had sent out our draft presentation decks a week earlier. It gave those in receipt a chance to review and prepare, sending back any questions, points of clarification, etc. It helped our meeting time be spent more on actual conversation to drive things forward.

Not today. Ward hadn't replied to our prior message with anything more than "Looks great, thanks," but apparently, in his mind, things did not look great. Around 4:45, when we were wrapping up, he started. Half of his questions were on things we had already covered, so he clearly wasn't paying attention. The other half were a mix of "gotcha" attempts and absolutely ludicrous propositions. Frankly, he was embarrassing himself. Chase and I handled him with ease, maintaining our smiles and friendly nature while seething internally.

It was a little after 6 when the meeting finally ended, more than an hour late. As we packed up, Ward walked over and tried to make small talk, saying he was very impressed with us, hoped we didn't take offense to his questions, blah, blah, blah. Chase gave him a smile and a handshake, said a few words, and resumed packing up. Ward lingered with me, quite obviously trying to look down my shirt.

Was this clown fucking serious? It's not like I even have much to look at.

I placed my hand over my neckline, blocking his view and very clearly calling him out. "It was so nice meeting you," I said, grabbing my bag and turning toward the door.

"Just forget him," I said in response. "He'll probably get himself fired for sexual harassment soon anyway."

"Oh, you think," Chase said hopefully.

"After the meeting the creep kept ogling my tits, so yeah, something tells me he won't make it long in that office," I said with annoyance, looking out my window.

When Chase didn't reply for a minute, I looked back in his direction. He was smiling for the first time in an hour, glancing from the road every few seconds in clearly overt attempts to peer down my shirt.

I smacked his arm, laughing. "You jerk! Just wait until Beth hears about this. You're gonna get it!"

Because we were getting back so late we met Beth at dinner. It was our first non-sexual gathering as a group since the events of last night and this morning, but any lingering worries I had were quickly dispelled. It was just like old times, which felt nice. Comfortable. I realized I'd been holding a lot of tension inside throughout the day, just uncertain about how everything would be now that so much had happened between us all. But Beth was being herself, I was laughing away, and Chase was, more or less, Chase.

Despite the brief moment of levity in the car, he was still stewing over the last meeting of the day, circling back to different points throughout our meal, renewing his anger again and again.

My phone *dinged* with the arrival of a new text. "Are you up for some fun tonight?" It was Beth, messaging from just across the table. Of course, it was accompanied by some flame, eggplant, peach, and winky-face emojis. I tapped out a reply. "Hell yes! But I don't know that Chase will be in the mood."

Beth put her phone down, looked at me, and smiled. Leaning toward her husband and in a hushed voice she said, "Chase, honey, are you going to be a grump all night because of this Walter character?"

"It's Ward," he grumbled.

"Walter, Wilbur, Ward, whatever. As I see it, you have two choices. One, you can spend the rest of the night being annoyed about whatever-his-name-was."

"And two?"

"Two, well, two means forgetting about him and remembering you have two sexy ladies here who would like to spend quality time with you." I saw her hand reach under the table and suddenly Chase's whole body jerked. He looked at both of us, gave his head an exaggerated shake, and downed the rest of his Old Fashioned.

"Where's that waiter with our check," he said, smiling.

--

We returned to our respective rooms to, as Beth put it, "clean up and slip into something more comfortable." I finished with a spritz of perfume and looked at myself in the mirror. This would have to do, I guess. A tight T-shirt and panties was about as sexy as I could pull off. I'd have to remember to pack a few outfits for our next trip.

Next trip! A thrill came over me. We still had all night, and quite a bit of tomorrow before our flights, to play. Was this my new normal? Business trips turned into business/fucking trips, forming a threesome with my boss and his wife, our nights full of passion? I bit my lower lip and felt myself getting wet at the thought of it all. Damn, Gwen, this was crazy!

Crazy, yes, but crazy good. If I'd thought my solo sessions dreaming about these kinds of things were hot - and trust me, they were - they were still nothing compared to the real thing. I'd never even considered being with a girl until Beth and I had sex yesterday, and then when she ate me out this morning, and I came so fucking hard both times...shit! I wanted her badly. Did that make me a lesbian? Bisexual? I really don't think I'm either of those things. I don't want to go making out with every girl I see. Just Beth. Right?

And then there was Chase. I'd always found him pleasant to look at, but our relationship had been strictly business until yesterday. Yes, I'd fantasized about him fucking me many, many times over the last few months, but I really didn't know what his body looked like until I sat on their bed last night, getting myself off while Beth rode him. And then this morning, fuck! Laying there while Beth brought me to orgasm and watching my boss, completely naked, stroking his cock until he blew his load all over himself. That was so fucking hot. Just thinking of it sent a jolt through my body.

There was a tiny bit of lingering fear there, too. While we had both shown all of ourselves, while we'd done things, and had things done to us, in front of each other, Chase and I hadn't actually touched each other yet. I'd fantasized about all of it, yes, but there was something still blocking me from going through with it. I wanted to do it. I wanted to touch him, to feel his touch, to feel his cock inside of me, all of the things, didn't I? Deep down, I knew I did, and I believed I would...I just didn't know when.

Knowing Chase like I did, he'd leave that to me. I'm quite certain he'd be just fine continuing to screw his wife and watching her and I have sex. He wouldn't pressure me to do anything, and he wouldn't make the first move to touch me, either. There was a great comfort in that, knowing no matter how wild and out of control all of this felt, I was still setting the speed limit, at least for the two of us. Beth? Fuck it, she was going to have her way with me and the thought of that alone fixed a smile on my face as I opened my side of our adjoining rooms.

Their door was already open and, by the looks of things, they had gotten tired of waiting for me. Both were completely nude, Beth laid out on the bed. Chase's face was busy between her legs.

"Hey there, Gwenny," Beth said with a satisfied smile. "Ditch the clothes and get your sexy ass over here!"

I laughed, pulling my shirt over my head and sliding out of my panties.

"Yum, yum," Beth said, crooking a finger and beckoning me to her side. "I tried to keep him off of me, but he said he had some making up to do from this morning. Ohhhhh, fuck, Chase, baby, that feels soooo good."

I slid to Beth's side and began massaging her breasts while Chase took care of her down below. Beth grabbed me by the back of my head and brought me in for a fierce kiss.

"Oh, fuck, so fucking sexy, you two," Chase said - at least I think that's what he said. His words were a bit muffled by the mouthful of pussy he had.

Beth broke our kiss, a wild look of lust in her eyes. "I need to taste your sweet pussy again," she moaned. "Climb on top of me."

I'd 69'd with guys before, but never just done a "6" (or would this be a "9"?). Whatever. I straddled Beth's face and lowered myself onto her, feeling pleasure course through me as she grabbed my hips and her tongue hit my clit. "Ohhhh, fuuuuuuuck, Beth," I moaned. "Your tongue feels amazing." She hummed in reply, sending little pulses through my pussy.

I was looking skyward, grabbing at my tits, and slowly sliding my pussy back and forth across Beth's face. God, she was an artist with her mouth! I looked down and saw Chase's eyes glowing back in my direction while his mouth worked Beth's pussy. I winked at him and smiled, biting my lower lip, and started pinching my nipples, moaning loudly as I rode Beth's mouth. Beth must have started cumming, because she began licking me harder as her shouts of pleasure were smothered by my body.

"Mmmph, mmmmph, MMMMPPH!" Sounds of ecstasy came from between my legs as Beth came. Her body thrashed a bit and I hung on for the ride.

"Fuck yes, Beth, cum so fucking hard while you eat me out. Cum so good on Chase's tongue. Cum for us!"

Chase scrambled to his feet, positioning his hard cock at Beth's entrance, and slammed himself inside of her.

Beth was now gasping for air and moved her head a bit to breathe. "Ohhhhh, fuck," she shouted. "Fuck me! Fuck me, Chase! Fuck me hard!"

I'd anticipated a slow build and I was wrong. Chase rocked her body with several powerful thrusts. I was trying to find my rhythm again when the fourth thrust caused me to lurch forward off of Beth's face.

"Whoa!" Chase hollered as he reached out to me. "You alright there?" He laughed.

"Yeah," I said, smiling. "Thanks." I shifted my weight and returned to my previous position, upright over Beth's face, and then it hit me.

Chase just touched me!

It was brief, and it wasn't exactly sexual, but the three of us were naked, in the middle of having sex, so everything is sexual, right? He was reacting out of instinct, and those instincts led to his hands on my naked body. His right hand had mostly upper arm and shoulder, but his left hand was definitely on my chest, probably giving him at least a feel of a tit. Shit!

That's not the way I'd wanted our first contact to go. I mean, I don't know that I actually had any idea of how I'd wanted it to go, but me clumsily falling off of his wife's face wasn't ideal.

Chase, too, seemed to be slowly realizing what had happened there. He was still fucking Beth, but his pace had slowed, and he was studying my face, a look of worry growing on his own.

What the fuck are you doing, Gwen? You're literally having a threesome right now and you're spiraling about the guy touching you? Who the fuck cares who he is outside the bedroom? Get out of your head!

I met Chase's eyes, licked my lips, and gave him my sultriest look. A wide grin broke out across his face and he started fucking Beth harder again. Crisis averted! We continued for a while, Chase pounding his wife's pussy while her tongue assaulted my clit, but eventually my legs needed a break. I swung myself off and plopped down beside her, going in for a kiss and tasting myself on her mouth, my hands roaming her body, which began to tense.

"Ohhhhhhh, fuuuuuuck. That's it baby! That's fucking it! Fucking fuck me! Fuck me! Don't stop! DON'T STOP! FUUUCCCKKKK!!!" Beth came hard in my arms as Chase's pace slowed.

"Fucking hell, you two," Chase said. "I could do nothing but watch you together for the rest of my life and be perfectly content."

We smiled, somewhat shyly, ridiculous considering the state the three of us were in. "Mmmmm, but if all you did was watch, we wouldn't get to enjoy that big, hard cock of yours, baby," Beth said. "I don't know where this one is at yet," she nodded in my direction, "but I couldn't live without it."

Chase filled three glasses of wine and passed them around. We each took a few sips before Beth set hers down and laid on her back, dropping her head over the side of the bed.