Still a little high from the oxytocin they all pulled on some clothes and went downstairs to eat. The lasagne was still warm and John opened a bottle of red. They giggled through the meal, talking about anything and nothing at all. Greg couldn't remember when he'd felt more relaxed. The sex, the food, the wine and the warmth and comfort radiating off John and Mary were all coming together to make him feel fuzzy and pliant. There was an ache in his jaw but it was a sweet reminder of what had happened upstairs and what he hoped was to come. By the time John had come back from stacking the dinner plates in the dishwasher Greg was lolling in his seat, with his feet up on Mary's lap as she rubbed his heels. John dropped a plate with the cinnamon whirls in the centre of the table then sat back in his chair, raising his hand to stroke his wife's hair at the nape of her neck. Mary murmured something Greg couldn't make out and John leant in and kissed her sweetly just below her ear. Greg supposed he should have felt left out at this, the little touches and whispers between them that were so clearly just for them, but he didn't. It felt so good to be around them, to see the tenderness and sweetness. It felt inclusive, like a blanket over his shoulders.
Greg shook himself from his reverie and picked up one of the pastries. He broke of a piece and dropped it into his mouth, it tasted just as good as it looked. Mary looked at him "Is it ok? I've never used that recipe before." "Mmmm, gorgeous…" Greg realised that Mary's hands were busy massaging his feet, so he peeled of another curve of pastry and held it to Mary's mouth. Mary slipped her lips round the pastry and pulled it from Greg's fingers with her tongue. Greg squirmed, remembering the feel of the lips round his thumb earlier in the evening. John turned his wife's head and kissed away a couple of crumbs round her mouth before kissing her full on the lips and opening her mouth with his tongue. They both moaned at the same time and Greg's previous lazy sleepiness was now gone, replaced by a tingling excitement. When John and Mary pulled apart John nearly growled "God you taste amazing" he dipped his head and kissed her again, sucking at her lip "so sweet…" Greg suddenly had a brainwave, he lifted his feet from Mary's lap and stood up. Mary made a soft groan from under her husband's insistent tongue. Greg grinned. "I'll be right back" He walked into the kitchen and over to the work surface he'd been leaning against before dinner as John poured the wine and told silly jokes. He found the small earthenware bowl he'd seen earlier and dipped a finger into the soft brown creamy substance in there, he licked at his finger- he was right. He walked back into the dining room where John and Mary were still kissing deeply, he dipped his finger into the bowl again and then painted a stripe down Mary's neck. John pulled away from his wife's lips and sniffed deeply, he licked at the stripe, groaned and then sucked hard, causing Mary's whole body to arch up. Tearing himself away from attacking Mary's soft skin he turned to Greg "What" gasped John "is that?" "Extra cinnamon whirl filling I think" answered Greg "Right Mary?" Mary sighed "Yes, I made too much, I was going to… aaah!" The end of Mary's sentence had been lost when Greg had thumbed a smudge of the sweet cinnamon paste into the soft skin just by Mary's collarbone and John had bitten down hard on it, before swirling his tongue across the red mark he's left. Mary suddenly went boneless, and would have fallen from her chair if John's strong arms weren't holding her waist and neck. John lifted her up bridal style and grinned at Greg "Excellent idea, shall we take it upstairs?" Greg's knees almost buckled at the hungry look on John's face "Oh God yes".
Greg followed John as he carried Mary up the stairs. Instead of turning left into the guest bedroom John walked a little way down the corridor before turning right. Greg followed him into what must have been their bedroom. He set the bowl down on a bedside table and climbed onto the four poster bed to help John slide Mary's dress and underwear off her. John laid her gently in the centre of the bed on her back and then reached into a draw and pulled out some soft but strong looking material restraints. He secured one round Mary's right wrist and looped it fairly loosely round the corresponding column on the bed. He threw two more to Greg "Her ankles too please". Greg was achingly hard now and even thumbing the soft skin round Mary's ankle's as he looped the restraints round felt unbelievably intimate. Mary still hadn't recovered from the biting and sucking John had inflicted on her earlier, she was making little gasps and sighs as the two men bound her loosely to the bed. Once Greg had finished his task and looked up Mary was completely secure and John was leaning over her, alternating between kissing her gently and murmuring words into her ear. Greg smiled and reached to fetch the bowl. He dipped two fingers into the soft sticky paste and swiped a long line down the centre of Mary's body, from her clavicle, between her breasts, dipping into her belly button and ending just before the soft fuzz of her public hair. Mary moaned and John huffed out a shaking breath in response. Greg took another swipe and painted a line along the lower curve of her breasts, trailing his fingers down along her belly. He then dipped his thumbs and fore fingers from both hands into the bowl and gently tweaked Mary's nipples, before running his thumb over her lips. Mary's tongue darted out to lick at her lips but John growled "Mine" and pushed his lips to hers sucking the sweetness off her. Greg chuckled and dipped his head to her chest, softly licking at the soft, sweet skin between her breasts. John lifted his head and leant down to join him, gently nibbling at her breasts before taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. Mary was making incoherent noises, breathy and desperate, as Greg slowly tongued down her body, pausing to dip his tongue into her bellybutton. The scent was changing as her moved further down, there was still the sweet spicy waft of the cinnamon but something much more dark and earthy too. By the time Greg had licked the last swipe of cinnamon off Mary's stomach his head was reeling with the scent of Mary, imagining how soft and wet it would be between her legs.
Greg pulled off his shirt and made quick work of his trousers and boxers, he wanted to be skin to skin as quickly as he could. He looked up at John, who was now shedding his clothes, pausing to run the pads of his fingers over Mary's hard, wet nipples. John nodded and Greg moved between Mary's legs. She groaned as Greg pushed his face deeply into her soft hair, breathing in deeply and revelling in the wetness on his chin. He tipped his head down and began with long slow laps up and down her slit, feeling her thighs tense around him. She was so hot and wet and while he wanted to tease her he couldn't resist pointing his tongue and dipping it deep inside her. She tasted even more amazing inside and he couldn't help imagining how her soft hot muscles would feel around his cock. Mary hissed in pleasure and Greg looked up to see John kneeling by her head and stroking his cock. "Please" breathed Mary "Please let me have it, let me taste it, please, please, please…" Greg sat up and restarted his slow up and down stroking with his thumb. He would give her his mouth back later but he needed to see this. John used his free hand to stroke Mary's cheek "Tell me what you want love" "You, I want you" John gave a rumbling laugh and took her jaw in his hand, not roughly but firmly, holding her face still "More specific please, you know how I like hearing it" Mary swallowed and moaned. "Oh God, John please, I want you cock in my mouth. I want you to kneel over me and push it past my lips, I want to feel your weight on me as you fuck my mouth. Please pleasepleaseplease…" John groaned and shifted to straddle her head, he looked back at Greg and caught his eye, nodding his head towards a mirror on the right of the bed. Greg gasped as he realised he could see Mary's face, her open lips reaching up towards the dark tip of John's cock, perfectly framed in the mirror. Greg nodded his head at John and moved back down turning his eyes to the amazing, obscene images in the mirror. Mary's lips had just managed to meet the tip of John's cock when John smacked her cheek, with his hand. It was only light but it shocked Mary, her eyes opening wide. "No no no, you know I get to control this" admonished John. He put his hand on the side of her head, pushing her back down into the cushions, before using his thumb to gently pull her lower lip down. Mary caught on and opened her mouth. John paused. It felt like an eternity, Mary's focus was entirely on John's cock, sitting hard and heavy just beyond her lips, and Greg's eye's never left her face. Suddenly John pushed his thick cock all the way into her mouth and at the same time Greg dragged his tongue heavily across Mary's clit. Mary screamed round John's cock at the dual sensation and John started fucking her face in earnest as Greg slid two fingers inside her. Mary had been shaking even before John had fed her his length and Greg could see she wasn't going to last long with Greg's tongue and fingers and John's cock all assaulting her. Her breathing was ragged and she was pushing her hips down, fucking herself on Greg's fingers. It was John though who finally made her lose control. John was fucking her mouth hard but until that point he hadn't made a sound, then on a particularly deep stroke he gave an almost annalistic grunt and started shaking "Oh baby yes, just like that, are you going to take it down for me? Look at you, you look amazing, filthy, oh God you love it don't you, you need my cock deep inside you, are you gonna come for me? are you gonna makes me feel it? Come for me my angel, come…" And with those words Mary's entire body spasmed, she gave a high pitched whine and suddenly Greg's mouth was hot and wet as Mary came, shaking and shuddering.