AN: As always, tysvm to my beta, not only for looking over all my stuff, but also being there for so much hand holding. I don't know how I'd do this without you.
John had to slip the door supervisor fifty pounds to get inside the warehouse party. The walls of the old East End industrial building were practically pulsing with energy, and the dingy windows were highlighted from within by colourful moving lasers. Once inside, he watched the lights on the walls of the corridor dance to the beat of the music he felt beneath his feet.
He turned the corner and found the venue packed with sweaty bodies grinding against each other, moving in a synchronized rhythm. In the center, a DJ towered over the dance floor, spinning their magic, a siren song, and surrounded by their enchanted devotees.
He found Mary sitting at one of the bars situated against the outer walls of the club, sipping her usual old fashioned. Perched on the stool, her short skirt rode scandalously high, the pale skin of her thigh beckoning John from across the room.
Her eyes were down, the corner of her mouth turned up slightly, and John knew she'd already made him. Probably as he walked into the room - she had lethal instincts. He grew hard at the thought and pulled at the unforgiving leather of his trousers to adjust.
When he reached the bar, several stools down from his wife, he ordered a scotch and drank it before ordering a second. By the time he turned towards her, she was shaking someone off. "No thank you," her full lips read, "I'm not alone." John waited for the other woman to leave before approaching.
"Hi," he started, running his knuckles down Mary's arm, stopping at her elbow so he could grasp her side. "I'm Tony," he slipped his hand into the side of her backless red halter top, grazing her breast; she shuddered. "Did you sit in a pile of sugar?" he said in his deepest timbre, now running his hand across her back, " 'Cause you have a pretty sweet ass." He squeezed her denim clad rear with a barely concealed smirk.
Mary gave her broad smile, the one that made his heart jump, and turned to him on the chair, pulling him into the vee of her legs. "I'm Cleo," she purred, her hands exploring the front of his trousers, "and if you were a vegetable," she grabbed him through his zip, "you'd be a cute-cumber," she finished with a cheeky grin, and he laughed at the cheesy game they were playing.
John lowered his mouth to her neck, pulling her closer to grind against his erection, "Your body is sixty-five percent water," he sucked gently on her collarbone as she moaned softly, "and I'm thirsty."
Mary pulled back and licked her bright red lips. "Drink up." And then he kissed her. Her small hands dug into his sides, scratching through the mesh, and he bit her lip. Soon, she was pulling him toward a nearby stairwell leading to the overseer's office.
Two-thirds of the way up the metal stairway, in a partially-lit corner, John stopped when he saw movement. The man there was strikingly beautiful, with light brown skin and sharp cheekbones and lips parted just so. His head was thrown back against the brick, his hand tangled in the platinum blond locks of another man kneeling between his legs. The man held his bottom lip between his teeth to keep from moaning, and when he opened his eyes, his cloudy gaze locked with John's curious one.
"Isn't he sexy," Mary breathed in his ear, her body flush against his side, her hands teasing his prick, "just watch him move."
The muscles of the stranger's exposed stomach flexed as he moved in and out of his lover's mouth, and he picked up speed as John watched; he felt himself harden further, now imagining a masculine mouth around his cock. The man kept his eyes open as he came with a cry and one final thrust, gripping the other man close. John pulled Mary the rest of the way up the stairs, the two men kissing passionately behind them.
There was more security at the door to the office, but Mary and another fifty quid got them in. The windowed walls were draped with dark curtains, and black leather couches sat along the perimeter of the room. Tables with glass bowls of condoms and bottles of lubricant were scattered throughout. Several mattresses were on the floor with sheer curtains hanging from the ceiling and framing all the players in various undress, fucking and gasping in sinful harmony.
Mary pushed John onto an empty loveseat, but brushed off his attempts to pull her after him. She turned her back, spread her legs, and dropped low into a crouch. She came up slowly, and John could see her hands caressing her legs, up her slim calves and to her muscled thighs, where she pulled her miniskirt just high enough that he could see the bottom of her cheeks and the edge of red lace. Her arms crossed in front of her stomach and she bent at the waist, pulling on her cheeks to show the knickers were crotchless, just as he'd requested. He started, once again reaching for her, but she pulled up suddenly and shook her finger, "No Sir! I'm not through with you, yet."
Then, she winked.
The world around them blurred; Mary was all John could see. Her hips swayed to an unknown beat as she came closer, her hands never still on her body. A halo of light outlined her as she fondled her chest. When she moved up her neck to unsnap the halter top, she put a familiar red shoe between his legs. The three-inch heels and bows at her ankles made her legs look impossibly long.
"I'm sorry for all the bad things I said about these shoes. They're my new best friends," he stroked the suede reverently and grinned up at her, his world. "They were worth every pound."
Mary smirked knowingly, pulling down her top as her hips danced to the rhythm of the room, "They forgive you." Full breasts now bared, she pulled down the zip of her skirt, exposing a little triangle of red lace. She turned around again and pulled the denim down over her hips, slowly revealing the lace-up ribbon tying her thong together in the back, before pushing the skirt to the floor. John grabbed her hips, pulling her toward his face, and kissed her lingerie covered cheeks, breathing in the scent of her arousal. He gently bent her further at the waist and licked into her cunt. Her body moved against his mouth, but she only allowed him a few strokes before pulling away.
She climbed into John's lap, her thighs spread, and, hungry for her, he gathered her closer to suck on her breasts. He tickled a nipple with his tongue, rolling it around and sucking slightly, and Mary squirmed. She pushed his hands away, then pulled the braces down his arms and pinched his nipples in retaliation. He undid his own zip to relieve the now unbearable strain.
He whimpered when she pulled away again, but this time she was only rising onto her knees, then slowly and deliberately to her feet, bracing herself against the wall behind him. Catching on, he cradled her hips as she bent her knees to sit on his face.
John loved eating his wife. He cupped her vulva in his mouth, squeezed her ass and sucked on her lips. When he started stroking her clitoris with his tongue, she began making the mewling sounds of an impending orgasm. After she came, John backed off only a little to let her recover, then started again in earnest. She was almost there a second time when he felt a hand on his erection.
"You tease," Mary started, breathless, as he pulled away, but John was too focused on the man from the stairwell, now between his legs. Topaz coloured eyes asked for permission while strong lips hovered above his penis. "Just nod, dear," Mary said with another wink from above him, "and get back to work."
With a nod, John turned his face back to Mary and buried his mouth in her cunt again. The man urged John to carefully lift his hips to pull down the leather trousers, then licked his shaft from base to tip, making John groan and Mary grab his hair in response. The three of them began moving in tandem; the man's hot mouth now sucking on John's nuts while he was stroking, John's mouth flicking Mary's clit, and Mary rocking against his mouth and cursing. Her moans joined the symphony surrounding them when she loudly came again.
The other man backed away while John carefully lowered Mary onto his lap. She licked the juices off his chin before climbing off and turning around. The man came forward hesitantly, but Mary pulled him the rest of the way and they kissed. John moved to the edge of the couch, laying back on his forearms, while the man gently coaxed Mary backwards to straddle John's lap. She reached between her legs to grab him and, since he was already rock hard, was able to easily take him into her wetness. John only needed a couple of thrusts to find the right angle and rhythm. Mary leaned back further, arching her back and pushing her breasts to the sky, and started moving her hips in a circular motion. He leaned forward to bite Mary's exposed neck.
Large hands crept up John's thighs, followed by a tongue on his cock. He could feel the man, kneeling again, squeezing John's thighs, rapidly tonguing the both of them, licking as he pushed into Mary, faster now. He brought up a hand to pinch one of her nipples as she started pushing herself harder on his cock, and into the other man's mouth. She came hard, shuddering in his arms and grasping him hard with her cunt.
John pulled out before he could spill himself inside her, and pushed against the length of her, fucking her still-pulsing lips. The man grabbed the head, licking him as he pushed in and out. He swirled his tongue around the tip, gripping harder as Mary took over their movements, John no longer in control and falling back completely. She must've heard him getting closer, because she stopped and grabbed the man's hair, urging him to suck him off fully. With a cry, John came into the man's mouth, his beautiful lips on him the whole time, and his tongue licking him clean when he was done.
Coming back to Earth, John sat up. Mary and the other man had positioned themselves on their knees in front of him, his hands squeezing her ass, and one of her hands in his long, thick hair. She whispered in his ear while her other hand worked fast between his legs. He kissed her hard when he came apart in her fist, pulling her close with a squeeze.
An hour later, they were driving home in silence. Unsure of himself, John brushed Mary's right hand with his left, and felt immense relief when he felt her fingers entwine with his. He let out a laughing sigh.
"I wish I knew what you were whispering to him, at the end."
He heard more than saw Mary shift, then felt her words on his ear. The car swerved and Mary sat back again, smiling like the cat who got the cream.
John sped home.