Caught Up

I’ve always loved running at night.

There’s something freeing about being downtown when it’s empty. The light from empty skyscrapers and streetlights feels like it’s all for me.

I wouldn’t mind running during the day, but there’s just never any time. It’d certainly make you happy—you don’t like me being out so late.

Then again, you do benefit from my late-night runs. Something about a really hard workout always leaves me feeling a bit… worked up.

The release of endorphins, the surge of hormones… God, we have some of our best sex after I work out.

And tonight… well, I’m really hoping you’re still awake.

“He thought he was emailing Isabelle, but he sent it to the entire listserv!”

“Nooo, oh my god. That’s... yikes. That’s awful.”

It’s pretty late. You’re usually in bed by now, but it sounds like you’ve got company.

“I just—I can’t with some of these old guard academics. They’re too much.”

“Hello, hello.”

“Hi, love.”

“Hi.”

“Good run?”

“Yeah, it was nice.”

“Hey, Sam.”

“Hey, Hunter. You two are working late.”

“Well, calling it work is generous. Your wife’s got a lot going on the next couple of months, so we’re just trying to get her schedule figured out.”

You look over at me with a half-smile, like you can sense my disappointment that we aren’t alone right now, that we can’t partake in our typical post-workout workout.

“The Academy’s course schedule just came out. They want me to teach three classes this semester.”

“On top of the Harmonic residency? How are you going to manage that?”

“I… will leave that for my assistant to figure out… right, Hunter?”

“Yep. I’ll work it out somehow.”

Damn. I’m really starting to feel those endorphins. I’m trying not to think about you… what I would do to you if we were alone right now…

I like Hunter, but he’s always around. I know that’s the point of having a personal assistant, but it makes times like these a little difficult.

Moments when all I want is to undress you in the middle of the living room… or push you up against the cool tiles in our shower…

“I guess it’s getting pretty late. Clea, if you’re tired we can pick this up tomorrow. You’ve got a half-hour block at 9 before rehearsal.”

“Yeah, we should probably call it. Oh, that reminds me—let me get that book for you. The, um, the Carson biography.”

“Oh, yeah, that’d be great.”

You get up from the couch and head to our bedroom. Your hand grasps my forearm as you pass me by and… you glance over your shoulder at me as you disappear down the hall.

Hm. Maybe our usual post-run activity is just postponed, as opposed to canceled.

I sit down next to Hunter on the couch.

My body is still buzzing from the run. I can feel my thighs trembling a little, and… I really need to not think about you… how bad I want you right now.

There’s a bottle of wine on the coffee table, a little less than half-empty. Looks like you two have been doing a little more socializing than working.

I grab your empty wine glass and fill it for myself.

“Can I just say I am very impressed by how often you run? I can hardly get to the gym once a week, much less every night.”

“Ah, it’s just habit. No different to you and Clea practicing your instruments every day.”

“Yeah, true. I’ve never thought about it like that.”

“Come with me sometime. I won’t go easy on you, though.”

“Might take you up on that.”

I glance over at Hunter and study the side of his face as he puts his laptop away in a black leather bag.

As annoyed as I am that he’s still here, I actually do like the guy a lot. He’s an intellectual… driven... an incredible musician who clearly respects you and your work.

He’s younger than us by about ten years I would guess, very good-looking. And thanks to how often you’re together, people have mistaken him as your husband before.

I’ve teased you about it, about how good you two look together, about you maybe having a little crush on him. And, you know, you’ve never actually denied it.

“Sorry, that took me way too long. Too many books in this place.”

“Nice, thanks.”

“I can’t remember if that book covers his time in Austria, but either way, it should help you out a little bit with your research.”

As Hunter looks through the book, you glance over at me. First, my eyes. Then, my lap.

It’s like you can sense how worked up that run got me, how wound up I am… how bad I need to release…

You sit down between us, pushing me and Hunter apart.

Your thigh pushes against mine and you inch your hand over to my knee. Your forearm brushes over my cock.

You’re teasing me. Putting ideas in my mind… like… would Hunter be down to join us…?

We’ve messed around with other people before. Once or twice not long after we got married.

We’re not really picky about who we invite into our bed. And judging by the way you’re biting your lip, and the little looks you’re giving to Hunter, you’d be more than happy to have him stick around.

“Alright, well, I should probably get going.”

“Oh, Hunter, you did so much tonight, staying late and everything. At least stay for a proper drink.”

“You sure?”

Your eyes find mine and… there’s a silent question in them. I give you a small nod.

“Definitely.”

“Yeah. Stay.”

“Okay.”

For a few moments, no one says anything. I can feel a change in the air… like a current of electricity just traveled from me, to you, to him.

I meet Hunter’s eyes and he turns his body toward both of us. Watching… waiting.

You lean over and kiss me.

I close my eyes for just a second. I open them again and… Hunter is looking at me. His eyes are curious… adventurous.

He reaches over you and lays his hand on my knee. His touch is soft… intentional. I pull away from you… and he leans in to kiss me.

His teeth drag softly over my bottom lip. He puts his hand on my cheek and… his tongue slips further into my mouth.

“God, that’s hot.”

“Join us.”

It’s messy. It’s intense. But I love the way it feels… his mouth and yours on mine at the same time…

“I want to see you two… together.”

My eyes meet Hunter’s again and a rush of sensation washes over me. I imagine fucking him… penetrating him from behind while he fucks you. My cock pulses in my pants.

“Yeah? Do you want to fuck me, Sam?”

“Yeah. I do.”

I take my cock out of my shorts and swipe my thumb over the tip. He reaches over your lap and curls his palm around my shaft.

“Can I taste her? While you fuck me.”

You reach for Hunter’s chin and pull his mouth to yours. It’s safe to say you like that idea. And I do, too.

“Make her feel good, Hunter. That’s what you want, baby?”

“Yeah.”

“Lie down.”

You both sink down to the living room floor, you with your back against the sofa and Hunter settling between your legs.

While he works at taking off your pants, I pull on my cock, filling my hand with it… and just letting myself fall into the waves of pleasure. I’ve always enjoyed watching you with other people. Seeing your body react to being teased… worshiped…

He kneels down in front of you, ass up, and leans forward with his hands tight around each of your thighs. His mouth hovers between your legs for just a moment before diving in.

I stroke myself harder as you tip your head back against the couch and look up at me open-mouthed. I can feel my heartbeat in my throat.

My shaft is rock-hard… and sensitive.

“Oh… yes…”

Your lower body twitches… and rocks into his mouth.

“You like that, baby?”

“Yeah… yeah, that’s good…”

You play with your tits through your shirt. One hand pinching your nipples… the other gliding up and down your torso.

Hunter stops for a moment and pulls his mouth away from you, a smile spreading on his face.

“Oh, don’t stop…”

“I’ll be quick.”

He pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it behind him. I can see how turned on he is through his pants before he steps out of them.

I watch the muscles in his back flex as he leans forward and puts his tongue between your legs… right up against your clit.

“Oh, yeah… yeah, right there…”

You sink your hands into the mess of his dark wavy hair and guide him where you want his mouth. I stroke myself faster so I can match your pleasure.

“Fuck, baby… yeah, that’s it. Show him where you like it…”

“Oh my god, yes…”

“Fuck her with your tongue… that’s right…”

“Can you handle both of us, Sam?”

“You want me to join?”

“Yeah, come here, come here.”

“Hold on—need something. Condom… lube, lube… where’s…? There we go.”

With the condom and lube in hand, I move to kneel behind Hunter. His ass is pointed up towards me as he pumps his tongue inside you.

My hands are shaking as I put on the condom and pour some lube into my hands.

“Oh my god. Baby… Sam… are you ready?”

“Yeah, I’m ready. Hunter?”

“Yeah, I’m ready.”

I push one lubed finger up against his asshole and start working it gently. Opening him up…

I tap my fingers against him until he starts to relax and take me in.

I move deeper… slowly… just getting him used to the sensation.

“Oh, shit. Keep going, Sam. Keep going.”

I’m one knuckle deep… and then two…

I pull my finger out and press the tip of my cock against him.

“Go in, I’m ready.”

I steady myself with my hands on his hips as I glide deeper inside of him. Heat flushes through my entire body. The sensation of him squeezing around me is almost too much. It’s blinding, it feels so good.

He takes your pussy in his mouth again as I sink deeper and deeper into him.

“You like how my wife tastes?”

“She tastes so fucking good, doesn’t she?”

You buck your hips into his mouth while your hands squeeze right around his shoulders. I can see it in your face. You want more. You don’t want him to hold back.

“Oh, fuck yes—Hunter…”

Every thrust I make pushes his tongue deeper into you like he’s a bridge between you and me, like I’m using him to make you feel good.

“Oh, you’re going to make me cum…”

“Do it, Hunter. Make her cum in your mouth.”

Hunter sits up and I slow my thrusts, but keep my cock buried inside him.

“Fuck, you look so hot together…”

“You think so?”

I reach around his hips and wrap my hand around his cock. I stroke his shaft slowly, looking straight into your eyes.

“I want to see you get filled up, baby.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I want to watch Hunter fuck you.”

“And what are you going to do?”

“I’m going to take off this condom and I’m going to fuck you, too.”

“So, get to it.”

I slowly pull out of Hunter, biting back a moan as his inner walls clench around my cock.

I get up and head to the bathroom. I pull off the condom and toss it in the bin.

You two are still on the floor together when I come back in the room. You’re pressed close, kissing hard. Your hands are squeezing his ass and his are playing with your tits.

“I need you both…”

“Whatever you want.”

“Can you handle us both?”

“God, yes. Please…”

I lie down beside you and grind up against your backside. My dick is throbbing as I rub it against your ass.

You explore Hunter’s mouth with yours. It’s a hard, desperate kiss. I can hear in your moans how badly you need us. And I wonder if you can taste yourself on his lips.

“You first, Sam.”

You turn around to face me and push my shoulders down until I’m flat on my back. There’s something almost frantic about the way you climb up onto me and straddle my hips. Like you need me inside of you. Right now.

You stroke my shaft a few times before lifting yourself up… and slowly lowering yourself down onto me.

“Oh… fuck…”

You bounce up and down on my cock, like I’m just a toy for you to use. Something for you to get off on.

I hold onto your hips and lift you up and down against me.

“Oh, yeah, you like that, baby? Look at Hunter. You like him watching us?”

“Yeah, yeah, I do.”

“God, yes, you feel me? Feel how you fill me up…”

You lean forward, almost lying against my chest. Behind you I can see Hunter rubbing lube on himself.

“Oh, Clea, ready for more?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m ready. Go.”

Your face completely transforms as he shifts forward and presses his tip against your ass. You squeeze your eyes shut and your mouth hangs open as he pushes in you.

“Relax, relax. Push back on me…”

I can almost feel his cock enter you as you fuck me. The sight alone of our bodies sealed together is keeping me hard.

“That good?”

“Yeah, I can take more—”

Based on the sound of your moans, it doesn’t sound like you’re going to last long. To be honest, neither am I.

“Shit—yeah, you can go further—”

Every thrust sends pleasure from my hips out to my fingertips. I reach up and slip my thumb into your mouth. You close your lips around it and suck, hard.

My body is tensing up… everything is getting tight. I can’t hold on much longer. I’m going to fucking cum if we keep going.

“Oh, fuck me back, baby.”

I thrust my hips up into you and pull you down on me, not rough, but close.

“I’m all the way—oh my god, I’m all the way in you, Clea.”

You can’t form words any more. All you can do is rock back and forth on my cock and Hunter’s. Fucking yourself on me… letting him completely fill your ass up.

“So close, so… oh my god… oh my god…”

I reach between us and find your clit. I can feel you pulsing as I work it in tight, fast circles.

Your body tenses and then goes limp against me, but Hunter is still thrusting slow and deep inside you.

“Almost—almost—”

I wrap my arms around you as Hunter pulls out and drops down to the rug beside us.

“Well…”

“I see now why you go running every night, Sam, if this is what you get up to after.”

“I mean… yeah. It’s kind of a post-workout workout.”

“A workout for me, too.”

“Think you’ll join me next time?”

“I think I will.”