Seeing Double

AN: Absolutely filthy… If this isn't your taste, check out Alliance!

Swaying ever so slightly in her heels, she leaned into the metal rail, one hand keeping her balance as she stared out over the city. The sweeping views from the terrace were breathtaking, especially at night— all the monuments were beautifully lit against the blue backdrop of Washington's skies.

Being careful not to spill, she brought the glass of red wine she'd smuggled outside to her lips, savoring the taste of the Merlot.

The space also provided her with some fresh air, which she desperately needed with the party going on inside. If she listened hard enough, she could hear the soft sounds of glasses clinking and foreign dignitaries mingling in the ballroom. After spending the better part of the night smiling, shaking hands, and making polite conversation, it all just felt like one endless parade of faces.

When a breeze swept across the patio, hitting the bare skin of her arms, her shoulders scrunched up toward her ears.

"Cold?" Henry asked.

Tilting her head up, she met his eyes. "Yes," she said. A grin slowly appeared on her lips. Then she stepped close, pressing herself along his side. "But I have you to keep me warm."

Following her lead, he looped an arm around her shoulders. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah," Elizabeth breathed, cupping his cheek before she lifted up onto her toes and connected their lips.

Before she could deepen the kiss, Henry pulled back, humming. "You taste like wine." His tongue darted out, licking his top lip. "How much have you had?" He asked, brushing away a strand of her hair.

"Enough to ask if tonight is the night we proposition—"

Hearing the soft click of the door, they turned, curious (though, honestly, Elizabeth was mostly annoyed) to see who dared interrupt their rare moment alone. Lately, she'd been so busy at the State Department that she returned home long after dark to her husband already asleep. With a schedule jam-packed with briefings, meetings around conference tables, and hourlong discussions with dreadful foreign dignitaries, sometimes the only time that could be carved out for a few minutes of alone time was at silly dinners like these.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry to interrupt, but…"

When her assistant stepped out of the shadows, rambling about a senator's request for a photo-op, she smirked, looking at Henry before arching one eyebrow in a silent question.

Should they?

By the time Blake had crossed to the far corner of the terrace, standing in front of them, it felt like the decision had already been made for her. Maybe it was the wine talking, but she thought he looked downright edible tonight in his tux. So prim, proper, and put together.

"He takes such good care of me." Still in her husband's arms, she eyed him, biting her lip. "Doesn't he, Henry?" Stepping forward, Elizabeth reached out, brushing a hand over Blake's chest. With her palm, she smoothed down the lapel of his jacket. "Don't you think he deserves a treat?" Beneath her hand, she felt his heart skip a beat. "A proper thank you?"

"I'm afraid I don't follow," he said.

She shared a knowing look with her husband as if this was something that they'd discussed a hundred times. Had they? Either way, she tugged Blake forward by his necktie. And then she leaned in and kissed him.

It was gentle at first, a simple touch of lips that lingered a moment too long, but then she opened her mouth, letting her tongue slip against Blake's bottom lip. He responded, fists curling into the fabric of her gown, pressing her into him. When she needed air, she pulled her face away, though her hands still lingered, wanting to explore. "Does that clear it up for you?"

Touching her hips, he nodded.

Over her right shoulder, Elizabeth glanced back at Henry, worried that she'd taken it too far, but he stood back, looking utterly amused while he leaned against the rail. If the tent in his pants was any indication, he was turned on. Did seeing her with another man arouse him that much?

"If the two of you keep that up, we should move this inside," Henry told them.

Grabbing Blake's hand, she started to lead him across the terrace. It was a good call too, because as the three of them made their way to the main door, another couple walked out.

Inside the ballroom, they made their rounds before Blake made an excuse for her sudden departure— he'd told the rest of her staff that she needed to step away for a call with the president. Tonight, her chief of staff was home sick with the flu so no one would be the wiser of a faked emergency.

Together, they slipped down the back staircase to the seventh floor, where they quickly scurried into her office.

There, in the dim light, she closed the door. Staring at the lock on the doorknob, her eyebrows pinched. Had this always been here? She heard a faint call of her name, so she quickly turned it in place and faced the men.

Stepping toward them, she first looked at Henry and smiled. "Are you sure about this?" Elizabeth whispered, grabbing his hand.

"I'll do whatever you want," he told her.

With a smile, she dropped his hand and reached up, toying with the collar of her husband's shirt. She dipped her fingers beneath the fabric, touching warm skin. Then, she pressed up onto her toes and kissed him.

When she heard Henry moan, she pulled back and glanced at Blake. Realizing that he looked out of place and maybe a little nervous, she beckoned him closer. "Don't be shy."

Obliging her, he took a step closer, leaving him and Henry side by side.

Not being able to resist, she pecked her husband's lips again. By the feel of his hands on her hips, pawing at her body through multiple layers of fabric, it was clear he was ready for more, but she turned her head to the left, letting her lips brush against Blake's neck.

"You can touch me too," she assured him.

Taking his hand, she brought it to her breast, encouraging him to squeeze. Then, she leaned in and kissed him fully, lips moving against his in an open kiss. Even with her reassurance, he was hesitant at first, but he became more certain as he wrapped his arms around her, drawing her closer.

After a moment, he pulled away. "Isn't this wrong?" He asked. "What if someone finds out."

"No one will find out." Sensing his apprehension, she tried to sway him to say yes. "Tell me you haven't thought about it." Maintaining eye contact, she slid her hand down, playing with the button of his pants. "Taking me apart in this very office?" She saw his eyes darken. "Pushing me over my desk?" She bit her bottom lip. "What about watching Henry do it?" Her hand moved lower, cupping his erection. "Let go, Blake," she whispered into his ear.

This time, when she brought her face close to his, he was the one who initiated the kiss.

As they made out, she felt Henry step up behind her, hands sliding down her back, following the beading of her ballgown. With Blake pressed along her front, Henry pulled her closer to him, so he could touch her properly.

Using his nose, he gently nudged her neck to the side, giving his lips access to the sensitive skin behind her ear. The trail of kisses he left, soft and slow, made her shiver. Elizabeth closed her eyes, giving herself over to the sensation of being pressed between them, her body responding to the two of them.

A wet kiss against her collarbone.

And a nip of her bare shoulder.

Two pairs of lips.

Two sets of hands.

She couldn't tell where one man ended and the other began.

"Babe," Henry said, pushing her hair to the side. She felt him start to undo the three buttons along the back of her dress. "This might be easier without so many clothes."

Still cupping Blake's cheek, she chuckled to herself. Then, her hand fell away from his face as she craned her neck, trying to look at him. "You're right." After he tugged the zipper down, the gown pooled around her feet on the floor, leaving her in stilettos and shapewear. Stepping out of it, she turned, facing Henry, who had clearly been checking out her backside. "Like what you see?" She asked, arching one brow.

His eyes snapped up. "Always."

Standing in front of him, she flipped up his collar to work on unknotting his bowtie. It only took a minute. She tossed it aside before she started on the buttons of his dress shirt. Once she finished, he shrugged out of it.

When she went for his belt buckle, Henry nodded toward Blake. "Why don't you help our companion out?"

Glancing over her shoulder, she saw that he was in a similar state of undress as her husband, with his bare chest on display. Although, he was already pulling his belt from the loops of his pants. She watched him drop his pants, revealing a gray pair of boxer briefs.

"My goodness." She sucked in a breath. "You're even fitter than I thought. Reaching out, she ran one finger down the center of his stomach, admiring his abs. "How do you manage this with our schedule?"

He shrugged. "Not everyone has a husband at home to distract them." She must have made a face because he went on to explain. "Oh, come on. Don't tell me you haven't chosen to fall in bed with him instead of working out at the gym."

"I—"

"And I don't blame you for it," Blake quickly said. "He's gorgeous. And so are you."

Smiling, she grabbed him by the hand and led him over to the sofa. With her palms flat against his chest, she pushed him, forcing him to sit back on the cushions. Then, she straddled him.

"You're gorgeous too," Elizabeth told him before she leaned in for a kiss.

Suddenly, Henry was there sitting beside them, but unlike Blake, he wasn't wearing his boxers anymore, leaving him completely exposed. Without a word, he started stroking his cock.

Her mouth started to water at the sight. "How did I get so lucky?" She asked, watching him.

Blake nibbled on her ear, licking the shell, before he whispered something so dirty that he earned himself her undivided attention. Once she turned her head, his lips found the top of her chest, kissing her skin.

"Can I see you?"

A large hand moved up her back, teasing at the clasp of her strapless bra. After she nodded, giving him her permission, it popped open a second later. It fell away, revealing her breasts.

Right now, she was thanking God that she'd decided to forgo the fashion tape. How sexy would it be to have her skin covered? Though, she knew Henry wouldn't mind— he'd worked around it before. And neither would Blake because breasts were breasts, taped or not.

"Beautiful," one of the men muttered.

Then, Blake maneuvered her, so she was in the middle of the couch, between them. They were both pressed against the sides of her body, each only a breath away. When they both ducked down, kissing her breasts, she touched the back of their heads with her hands.

"Tell us what you want, Babe."

While Blake pulled away, deciding to give her neck some attention, Henry leaned in again and grazed his front teeth over her left nipple. After twenty years of marriage, he knew exactly what she liked.

Closing her eyes, she carded her fingers through his hair. "Just keep touching me," she breathed.

For a few more minutes, they both played with her breasts, running their tongues up the sides and twisting her nipples. Before she could ask for more, she was being rearranged again. This time, she was flat on her back.

Above her, Henry spoke to Blake. "Want to do the honors?"

Looking almost giddy, Blake knelt down next to her and skimmed his hands up her legs, starting at her ankles. Her entire body already felt like it was on fire. When he reached her hips, he stopped there and started to tease the edge of her underwear, brushing his thumbs under the band.

"Please," she gasped, grabbed his wrist. "Take them off."

Doing as she said, he slid the thong down, throwing it on a nearby chair. Then he leaned down and cupped her cheek, staring into her eyes. "You were right," he admitted. "I've thought about this for a long time." As he spoke, his right hand trailed down her stomach, stopping at the patch of neatly trimmed hair between her legs. "I've dreamed of kissing you." His hand slid lower, fingers slipping between her folds. "Of touching you here."

She bit back a groan when he grazed her clit.

"I've thought about what would happen if we were alone late at night." He circled her clit with his thumb. And this time, she moaned loudly, gripping the edge of the sofa. "In the office. Or maybe a hotel suite while traveling abroad." He dragged his fingers down, pressing two inside of her.

"God, Blake," she hissed.

"And we're just drunk enough to let it happen."

Fingering her, he curled his fingers forward, hitting her front wall. And it felt magnificent, but she was too close. "You're going to make me come," Elizabeth told him. "But I don't want to yet." Reaching down, she pulled at his wrist. "I want you inside me first."

Understanding, Blake pulled away, but before he took off his boxers, he looked at Henry, silently asking for his permission.

"You heard her," her husband said.

As he stripped, she spread her legs, giving him enough room to kneel near the end of the sofa. Gripping her hips, Blake lined himself up, but before he pushed in, he met her eyes. "You're sure?"

Ever the gentleman.

Using her nails, she scratched his back, encouraging him. "Fuck me, Blake."

Without another word, he slid into her, groaning when he bottomed out. It took him nearly no time to find a rhythm that worked for the both of them.

While still being fucked, Henry stepped up to the sofa, stroking himself. She didn't have to see his face to know what he was after. When he was close enough, she swatted his hand away, taking over the task of jerking him.

"Elizabeth," he moaned, eyes closing.

She urged him forward by pushing on the back of his thigh with her free hand. Understanding what she wanted him to do, he rested one knee on the couch, just above her head. From there, she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, taking the tip into her mouth. Then, she lashed her tongue over his slit, over and over.

She tried her best to pull out all of her tricks, but it was hard to focus while taking two men at once.

"You're taking this so well, Baby." She felt his fingers along her jawline, caressing her cheek for a moment before he ran his hand through her hair. "How does she feel?"

"So good," Blake said, accompanying his answer with another powerful thrust. She prayed to God that the sound of their skin slapping together couldn't be heard from the hall. "So damn good."

"As good as you imagined?"

"Better." His fingers dug into her hips, pulling her up to change the angle. "She's so tight."

Doing her best to fight her gag reflex, she let Henry fuck her face for a minute, but when a thumb started rubbing her clit, she had to stop. After two more snaps of Blake's hips, she came, calling out their names. Catching her breath, she stayed on the sofa, holding her breasts in each hand. Both men doted her with kisses before they pulled away, neither of them having orgasmed.

Sitting up, she reached for Blake first. "What do you want?"

"I'd love to see Henry fuck you," he said, brushing back her hair.

"Okay," she laughed.

"Over your desk," he added.

Her hand slid over Henry's thigh. "I think we can make that happen."

Across the room, Elizabeth rearranged her desktop, first grabbing a stack of files. Next went the picture frames. And then the telephone. Once everything was out of the way, she let Henry take charge.

With a hand between her shoulder blades, he pushed her forward, leaving her upper body pressed into the top of her desk. The wood felt cold against her skin, making her nipples almost painfully hard. Already coming once, he thrust inside her without any warmup, entering her fast.

And he fucked her hard.

A few minutes passed before she felt a finger push in alongside Henry's dick. On the next thrust, two slid in. She gasped, feeling her vagina stretch to accommodate the width. Glancing back, she realized that it was Blake's fingers.

"Oh God," she moaned, gripping the edge of the desk. "I feel so full."

They were fucking her together.

"Liz," Henry hissed as he sped up.

She was close when Henry came but not close enough to finish. Behind her, she felt him pull out, which caused his semen to drip down the inside of her thigh. While her husband collapsed into her office chair, Blake stepped toward the desk to help her straighten up.

He ran his hands up and down her sides. "I want to taste you."

Her lips parted, mouth falling slightly open. "Henry, he just—"

"I know."

"Oh," she mumbled. He wanted to taste both of them. "Okay," she agreed.

He lifted her, perching her on the edge of her desk. As Blake knelt on the floor, he gently pushed her legs apart, kissing the inside of each of her thighs. Then he dove in, using his thumbs to hold her lips open, so he could lick her with the flat of his tongue.

She cursed when he touched her clit. "I'm sensitive," she warned. And also very close to the edge.

Running her fingers through his hair, she tried to hold off on coming, but he was rocketing her there too fast. She gave in, pressing her hand against the back of his head, guiding him. "A little higher."

Blake looked up, meeting her eyes. "Yes, ma'am, Madam Secretary."

Losing her breath, she threw her head back. "Did you hear him, Henry?" She managed to get out. "He's going to kill me."

Her husband laughed. "She'll need a finger or two," Henry instructed. He listened, pushing two inside of her. "And Blake, say it again."

"Look at me, Elizabeth," he commanded.

With her weight on her elbows, she turned her head down, meeting his eyes as he finger-fucked her to oblivion.

"Is this how you like your pussy eaten, Madam Secretary?"

And then she came so hard that she nearly blacked out, seeing stars, completely unaware that she squirted all over his face.

When she came to, still panting on the desk, Henry was between her legs, wiping her down with a wet washcloth from the bathroom.

"Still with us, Babe?"

"I— I haven't come like that in…"

Henry chuckled. "You squirted on Blake."

Her eyes widened. "What? No, I…"

It's not that she never squirted, it just took a very skilled hand (or toy) to get the job done.

"Oh, you did," he teased, stepping back. "And you probably ruined this carpet."

Biting her lip, she glanced at Blake, who was sheepishly standing back by the wall. The first thing she noticed was that he was still painfully hard, not having come yet. Staying put on the edge of the desk, she spread her legs once more.

"Blake," she called out, beckoning him over with a crook of her finger.

Head down, he moved to stand in front of her. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean—"

"It's okay." Reaching out, she touched his arm. "Fuck me," she told him.

"What?"

Playfully rolling her eyes, she took his cock into her left hand, giving it a few pumps. "Fuck me," she repeated. "You deserve it."

Although he stayed quiet, his hands started to move, touching her right breast. Then, he cupped her cheek, leaning in to kiss her. They made out for a couple of minutes before she pushed him back, arching a brow in a silent question.

Not making her wait any longer, he gripped her hips and slid inside of her. They both stared at where their bodies were joined until she touched the back of his neck, bringing his mouth back to hers.

While he worked her over, Henry appeared by her side, nipping at her shoulder. Turning, she met his lips.

"God, Henry," she moaned. "I'm already going to come again."

Smirking, he said, "Then come, Babe."

As if on cue, she lost her breath when her inner muscles tensed for a couple of seconds before beginning to flutter. Was this her third orgasm? Fourth? At this point, she'd lost count.

Wrapping her arms around Blake's middle, she dragged her nails down his back. In response, he pressed into her further, smooshing her breasts against his chest. The skin-on-skin contact felt great, but if she was being honest, she was starting to feel a bit sore from all the sex tonight.

"I—"

Henry must have been able to tell because he reached out, stroking her hair. "Let him finish," he told her. Leaning down, he pressed a soft kiss against her hairline.

"Shit," Blake cursed, moving to be more upright. "Where do I come?"

"Inside me." Her hands slid down, grabbing his ass. "Come inside of me," she insisted.

And he did, coming with a groan.

Breathing hard, they pulled apart, not caring about the mess they were leaving behind. Blake, looking spent, fell back into the chair that Henry had occupied earlier while she, still perched on the desk, turned to her husband and—

Blinking, she realized she was flat on her back, legs slightly spread with one hand between her legs.

"Thinking of me?"

Turning her head to the right, she found Henry, weight on one elbow as he stared down at her.

"Or me?"

And on her left was Blake.

Gasping, she opened her eyes, squinting against the sunlight streaming in through the windows. When she sat up in bed, she spotted her ballgown thrown across the lounge chair in the corner.

What the hell had happened?

She had attended the dinner last night…

…But alone.

Because Henry was in California, serving as a guest lecturer at Saint Mary's. And Blake had stayed home, leaving her without a date and utterly bored. She had stepped out onto the terrace, she remembered that much. But the evening had been pretty unsatisfying.

When she'd arrived home, she'd retreated to her bedroom, stripping naked before grabbing her vibrator from her bedside table.

Should she put stock in what she'd been fantasizing about?

Maybe.

But she was a busy woman, who really didn't have the time to dissect her desire to have a threesome with her young and very much taken assistant.

So, she decided to blame the wine.

"Oh, Babe, you're awake."

Looking toward the door, she was surprised to see her husband.

"Hey," she said, voice still raspy from sleep. Her eyes followed him across the room. "What are you doing home?"

With a smile, he leaned across the bed, greeting her with a kiss. "I caught an early flight back."

"Did you miss me that much?"

"Always," he said, taking her hand into his. "Look, get dressed because Blake's downstairs with coffee. And I'm making waffles."

Patting her arm, he started to stand.

Her lips parted, confused, as she watched him set his watch on his nightstand. Her brain felt like it was short-circuiting.

Both of them.

Together.

In her kitchen.

In the doorway, Henry turned, facing the bed. "Coming Babe?"

Sighing, she threw back the covers. "Oh, I'm coming," she said, but he was already halfway down the stairs.