In what Greg thought was the most amazing piece of self restraint he'd ever seen John, still rock hard, moved away from Mary's face and started undoing her restraints, stroking her wrists and kissing them. Greg quickly undid the knots at her ankles and John pulled Mary up the bed and held her. It took her a few seconds to come round, when she opened her eyes she gave a huge languid grin. "That" she said "was amazing". John chuckled and stroked her chin "Glad you liked it love." Mary snuggled against him "Oh" she said, feeling his cock rub against her thigh "Of course, you didn't…" she looked at Greg, who was crawling up the bed towards them. "Neither of you?" Greg shook his head. "Well" said Mary "I'm going to need a minute after that, why don't you two entertain yourselves?" Greg laughed "Entertain you more like" Mary grinned "Well, that too. But I didn't think you'd object." "You're right dear, I don't think he would."
Greg was still half hard from earlier but the dangerous growl in John's voice took his cock to fully erect in seconds. John laid Mary down and advanced on Greg on his hands and knees, pushing Greg's shoulders down so he was lying flat on his back. "I think he'd like it very much. Given how much pleasure he's given us tonight I think it's time to find out what he really wants." John straddled Greg and leant down and bit Greg's shoulder hard. The pleasure and pain made Greg groan. God he'd forgotten how much he loved this. His last few lovers had been women and while he loved the way it felt to slide his cock deep into them there was something about being dominated, penetrated by a strong man that was so intense, visceral. He needed it so badly right now. John was looking at him with a hunger in his eyes that was almost scary. Greg swallowed. "You. Inside me. Please." John smirked. "Good". He slid himself down Greg's body, nibbling and biting at Greg's tanned skin, running his fingers through the soft dark chest hair that trailed down his stomach and towards his cock. "So good…" muttered John, as his finger slid down Greg's side, across his still trim stomach, sweeping his fingers possessively over the muscled curves of his abdomen. John positioned himself between Greg's thighs and pushed them wide open, leaving Greg exposed and panting. As John's fingers gripped hard at Greg's thighs John's tongue started slowly lapping at Greg's perineum. John had barely started and Greg was keening and when John slid his tongue further down and gave a heavy, flat swipe against his entrance he nearly screamed. John chuckled low in his chest and started slowly circling his opening, teasing it. As Greg started to relax John dipped his tongue right in and Greg moaned gutturally. God this was good, it was just like he'd imagined, no even better. Greg heard the snap of a lube bottle opening and suddenly a finger was sliding into him, Greg winced. "Oh, God Greg, sorry" Greg grinned as John's concerned doctor voice snapped straight back into place. "Don't worry, it's fine, it's just been a while since the last time I bottomed." "Ok, I'll take it slower." Greg hummed as John started gently stroking and tonguing him around his sensitive hole. He relaxed slowly, the next time John's finger breached him all he could feel was sweet pressure and pleasure. John worked him slowly open until he was taking three fingers to the last knuckle.
Greg whined as John removed his fingers. "On all fours I think" breathed John, grabbing Greg's hips to flip him over. "Yes…" moaned Greg, earning him a laugh and a smack on his arse from John. "It really has been a while hasn't it, when's the last time someone bent you over and fucked you properly?" "T-t-t-two years." Greg stammered, as he felt John line himself up, John's hands grabbing at his hips. "Well," Greg heard the snap of the lube bottle again "I could go easy on you, but I don't think you want that do you?" "No" breathed Greg "No, I need this". Greg could almost hear John's grin "Good". And with that John pushed his cock deep into Greg, it was slow and controlled but Greg could feel the burn and John did not stop until he was all the way in. Greg sighed. This was it, this was what he'd been missing… Suddenly John's hips canted, giving Greg a quick harsh thrust that almost made him tip forward. "Tut tut tut, you were thinking weren't you, can't have that." John thrust again, this time pulling nearly all the way out and then thrusting deep back in, he set a steady rhythm, angling his hips to hit Greg's prostate on every other stroke. Greg was shuddering with need, moaning and pushing back against John's every thrust. He could feel his orgasm coming, and he reached his hand up to pull at his cock but his hand was batted away. "Not yet" John murmured "not when you're feeling so good round me, so tight, I want this to last, I can't have you boneless and spent as I fuck you, or maybe you'd like that?" Greg groaned in response, his minds eye seeing John holding him down fucking his spasming hole as Greg sobbed and moaned. John let out a guttural groan "Oh God that's hot, maybe next time, if you're good." He grabbed Greg's hips harder and increased his pace, John's breathing starting to become ragged. Greg groaned and pushed back against him even harder. "Oh yes, this is good, look at you, fucking yourself on me you should see yourself, actually…"
John suddenly withdrew leaving Greg gasping. Greg turned to see John lying on his back "Come on gorgeous" he grinned "Your turn to do some work" Greg crawled up John and slowly lowered himself down onto John's rigid cock. He held his breath and then started fucking himself on John, pushing himself up and slamming down again, with John thrusting up to meet him, his hands tight on his hips. "Oh Greg" murmured Mary, as she approached them. Greg turned to look at her, she looked amazing, her pupils blown and the skin of her chest pink. She grabbed his chin and kissed him hard. "Do you remember what you said you wanted, what you said you'd been thinking about?" Greg's eyes widened as he remembered and he heard John hiss in anticipation. Mary let him find his rhythm and change the angle to start hitting his sweet spot before she climbed on top of both of them. Greg managed to mutter something about protection and Mary smiled sweetly "Excellent self control Greg, I'm on the pill and I'm tested as often as John, don't worry". As she spoke she slid herself down onto Greg's cock. They all moaned as Greg's upward thrust hit her downward. Greg was barely lucid, the harsh thrusts coming from John underneath him, Mary pumping her thighs and sliding up and down his cock, John's hands on his hips, Mary's breasts against his chest, John's growling groans and Mary's keening cries. Greg knew it could only last moments, the sensory overload was too much and he'd been desperate for this for months, years. Having it all, having his fantasy groaning and panting round him was too much, so as Mary tipped her head back and groaned he grabbed her neck with his hand and bit down hard on it as he came deep inside her, he could feel her tense and throb around him and then felt his spasming hole drag John's orgasm from him, could feel John's hot cum filling him and hear John calling his name.
Once they'd all managed to move, disentangle themselves from each other with signs and gasps, they lay together on the bed for a while catching their breath. Then Mary got up and pulled them both with her into the bathroom. In the massive shower she cleaned John first, soaping across his body and rubbing shampoo through his hair. Once he was clean she pulled in Greg who hissed as the hot water hit him but soon relaxed as Mary's gentle but assured hand spread delicious smelling soap around his body, clearing the sweat, the cum, the last traces of cinnamon from him and then herself. She dried him off and led him back to their bedroom, where John had pulled new sheets onto the bed. Greg could barely walk, he couldn't remember the last time he'd been so shagged out, so aching and spent, so sated and peaceful. John and Mary between them pushed him into the bed, Mary snuggled her head down onto Greg's chest and John spooned behind her, nuzzling into her neck, with one arm possessively thrown over her side and Greg's stomach. Greg huffed a little laugh, it seemed John had a thing about his stomach. John growled low and pinched him. "Sleep Greg" he yawned. Greg snuggled into the pillows and dropped a kiss on Mary's hair. He decided that it was probably best if he did what he was told.