Part Sixty-Four
George had spent Christmas Day with John, Charlie and her father. It was the one time of the year that all four of them came together, well, nowadays anyway. Jo had spent the day with her two sons, both of whom had left in the evening, saying they were off to some party or other. Charlie having done the same, and Joe Channing having been given a lift home, this meant that now the three of them could be together. When Jo arrived, George got the distinct feeling that she and John had something planned, something they weren't as yet telling her about. They sat on the sofa for a while, drinking champagne and listening to music. But when John put his glass down on the coffee table and stood up, George took note of the smirk playing lightly over his lips. "Come on," He invited innocently to George. "We've got to give you your Christmas present." "And precisely why does that involve me moving?" George asked, a little tired and thoroughly relaxed. "You'll see," John promised her evasively. "I've been looking forward to this all day." "Yes, so have I, in a manner of speaking," Jo said as she too rose from the sofa. "You know just how to press all my buttons, don't you," George told John as she got up and began following them towards the stairs. "I should hope so, after all these years," John replied over his shoulder.
When they reached the bedroom, Jo put on George's favourite classical CD, and John put the remains of the bottle of champagne down on the dressing-table. They both began sensuously removing George's clothes, the two sets of hands wandering over her body. Beginning to relax even more, George simply let them get on with their task. It was perfectly clear to her that they had discussed what they were going to do beforehand, and George realised that she must be in for the time of her life. When she stood before them, her skin richly glowing from the alcohol in her veins, and the light from the numerous candles John had lit around the room, John gazed at her with such love in his eyes that it made her shiver. "You look beautiful," he told her, reaching out a hand to gently caress her breast. "That's the champagne talking," George replied fondly, never entirely believing him when he said something like this. When he guided her over to the bed, Jo folded back the duvet. "Precisely what do you have in store for me?" She asked, her curiosity now thoroughly peaked. "Would these give you any idea?" Jo replied, having retrieved something from one of the dresser drawers. Dangling from her hand, was a pair of silk scarves. When George caught sight of them, she gasped, her whole face lighting up with pleasure. "It's years since I was tied up," She said in anticipation. "Which is why we thought you would enjoy it this evening," John told her, encouraging her to lie down on her back, and gently lifting each arm in turn. As Jo passed him the scarves, he tied first one hand and then the other to the fabulously carved headboard, making it completely impossible for her to touch anything but the wood under her fingers.
As she watched, Jo and John slowly began to dance, occasionally kissing, and their hands gradually removing each other's clothes. The sight in front of her was so sensuously beautiful, that it made her speechless. When they were naked, they still danced, hands still wandering, mouths still deliciously entwined. When they eventually moved towards the bed, Jo lay down beside her. George turned her head to gaze at Jo, currently all she was capable of doing. Taking slight pity on her predicament, Jo leaned over to kiss her, their mouths dancing as lingeringly as Jo's and John's had moments before.
When John joined them, he began kissing Jo again, his left hand wandering first over her breasts, and then reaching over to trace teasingly over George's. She gasped when he did this, as she hadn't been expecting it, simply thinking that they would make love in front of her, making her watch without being able to participate. She hadn't been in the least disappointed at this thought, as she knew it would be almost unbearably sexy. John's hand didn't linger on George's skin, not wanting to give her too much pleasure too soon. His mouth and hands were moving skillfully over Jo's body by this time, his lips encircling one of her nipples and making her groan with delight. George's gaze was fixed on them, unable to tear itself away. She longed to be able to join in, or at the very least to be able to give herself pleasure at the same time as watching the two of them, but she couldn't. This would, she knew, increase her eventual orgasm by a thousand fold.
When John briefly left the bed, George wondered what on earth he was doing. But when he returned with the glass of champagne in his hand, she was presented with memories of the time Karen had once used champagne on her, after finding out that she had been given the job of Governing Governor. Dipping a finger in the glass, John trailed a line of glistening bubbles across Jo's nipples, making her gasp at the sensation of them bursting upon her skin. George knew only too well just how stimulating that was, and it made her smile. "I suppose you've done this before," Jo said, glancing over at George's smirking face. "Oh, yes," George told her without hesitation. John began kissing his way over Jo's champagne covered skin, licking away every trace of the frosty bubbles. Infinitely jealous of him, George simply gazed on with rapt attention. Dipping his finger again in the glass, John began moving it gently over Jo's clitoris, without any warning whatsoever. George grinned at Jo's cry of delight, as the ice cold tingling met her most sensitive flesh. Having left the glass on the bedside table, John kissed his way down until he was sampling the divine combination of an excellent vintage and Jo's unique taste. George ached to touch herself as she watched him do this, feeling her own body instinctively react. Her nipples were hardening to an almost painful quality, and she could feel her own juices rising and bubbling away like Vesuvius. But all she could do was watch, as John brought Jo nearer and nearer to the edge, eventually taking in everything Jo's body had to offer.
As Jo lay gasping for breath, John moved carefully between them, leaning over George, and kissing her long and hard. George savoured every drop of Jo's taste that she could find on him, her pulse now racing at the thought of what was still to come. Trailing his hand down over her almost hypersensitive skin, he discovered just how thoroughly aroused she already was. "Good god," He said in surprise. "You're practically dripping." "That's your fault," She said with a smirk. "Both of you." But as his fingers sought out her hidden depths, she cried out at finally feeling someone's touch on her. "Now, what does my lady feel in the mood for this evening?" He asked, sounding so prim and proper that Jo laughed huskily. "You, now," George told him succinctly. "No preamble?" He asked in surprise, ready to give her whatever she wanted. "No," George replied, breathing hard. "I want you, inside me, right now." "And what the lady wants, tonight the lady gets," John said silkily, moving over her and sliding easily inside her boiling, bubbling cauldron of desire. As she still had her hands tied to the headboard behind her, she couldn't wrap her arms round him, so she made do with her legs. John was so fired up by having them both in his bed and at his disposal, that he almost crushed her to him, feeling every contour of her body aligning itself with his. George's body shook as she came, a cry of pure, undiluted pleasure sweeping through her.
As John slumped down between them, Jo sat up, and reached over to untie George's bonds. George carefully eased her arms back into their normal position, and turned on her side to drape one of them over John. "My Christmas present was fabulous," She said, her voice sounding drowsy and full of contentment. "We thought you would enjoy it," Jo said fondly. Gradually regaining her energy, George slid down the bed, until her cheek was resting on John's right thigh. Putting out the tip of a pink tongue, she began cleaning away what was left of their encounter. Even though he was currently as soft and flaccid as the day he was born, John groaned in real authentic pleasure as her tongue moved over him. She could taste a combination of him and herself, and though this wasn't something she would choose to do every day, she enjoyed doing it for him now. He gradually rose to full hardness again under her ministrations, so she kept on going, now introducing her powerfully sucking lips into the equation. At the same time, she reached over with her right hand, and slipped it between Jo's legs, encountering the gloriously soft and silky flesh. Never one to pass up the opportunity of having George's delicate fingers moving on her, Jo lay there and basked in the feeling of it. Doing her best to arouse both of them at the same time, this was George's way of trying to repay the enormous amount of pleasure they'd given her.
When George concluded that both John and Jo were again significantly aroused, she moved away from both of them, making it clear what she wanted them to do. As Jo put out her arms to John, he moved into them, slipping easily inside her. George lay and watched them as they moved in perfect synchrony, as a direct result of her handiwork. George couldn't resist touching herself as they made love beside her, knowing that with these two people, she couldn't possibly be happier. They were all three of them capable of causing pleasure in either or both of the remaining two, and tonight seemed to signify the real breaking down of any lingering sexual barriers between them.