Page 35 of Group Hug

When I arrive backfrom a hectic day at work, I’m so sorry to find Petra in a very uncharacteristically glum mood—not that she doesn’t have good reason for it. I resolve then and there to salvage the evening in some way. She has obviously been crying throughout the day and probably fuming when she wasn’t weeping.

Unfortunately, I have some news of my own that, while interesting, potentially won’t make for a very happy home, so I decide to store my personal baggage away for a while and let her deal with one thing at a time. I hope this decision doesn’t end up biting me in the ass. I have a serious choice to make, and it’s tearing me up inside. For Petra’s sake, however, I’ll put my issues on the back burner tonight and see if I can make her forget her troubles for a while.

Once again, I’ve brought home a delicious feast for dinner. I’m trying out various international cuisines for my upcoming series of classes on ways to fix chicken. It’s such a staple in many kitchens, but I know most cooks have maybe two or three waysto cook it that they fall back on. So I’m hoping to offer some easy-to-make recipes that can become new old favorites.

Weston is all smiles and full of compliments about the dinner. To me, he seems to be trying just a bit too hard to lighten the mood, but I understand. He’s been at home all day with Petra, and he’s seen up close how upset she’s been.

I decide we need some music, so while we’re cleaning up the dishes, it turns into a bit of a dancing sing-along. Petra’s voice is off-key, but Weston sounds great. His dance moves are spot on as well, and I wonder… “Have you ever done any theater stuff—at school possibly?”

“Me? No. Why?”

“Because you sound great, and your moves are terrific.” Weston laughs as he holds Petra in his arms, and they are presently grinding on each other in what has to be called dirty dancing. If he wants to take her mind off her troubles, he has the right idea. I dry my hands, hang up the dish towel, and step behind Weston, grasping him by the hips. Petra gives me a wink and a sultry smile. I move in and begin to grind against Weston. Petra’s expression changes, and I see her eyes dart downward, so I’m guessing that Weston is hard against her. Her smile turns into a wicked grin.

“So, guys, why don’t we take this ‘dance’ upstairs and get rid of these hot clothes?”

I guess it’s safe to say that Petra is cheering up.

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” Weston answers and starts to pull off his shirt as we head for the stairs. Frankly, I think it’s a wonder he had one on to begin with.

When we make it to the bedroom that I now think of as “ours,” clothes fly off each of us at record speed. Petra regards Weston with a mischievous smile and asks, “Are you up for Callum’s suggestion,Loverboy?” I can’t help noticing she uses the name I called him when I suggested fucking him. I’m so hardthinking about being the first to go there with him, so I resume my position behind him and stroke his cheeks. Petra continues, “I think it would be so hot if Callum got inside of you while you were fucking me.” Her eyes close for an instant and she shivers as if to underscore her feelings. The expression on her face is captivating in its eagerness.

“Ah…” Weston begins, but nothing else comes out of his mouth.

“I’ll be careful, and I’ll make sure you enjoy it,” I tell him as I nuzzle his neck.

“It feelssogood,” Petra tells him. “You’ll like it. Just trust us.”

“I do trust you, and I can’t believe I’m… ah… nervous about it.” Weston declares. “I’ve just never been on the receiving end of a dick in my butt, even if it does sound interesting to try. I already know I love fucking both of you, so… ah… let’s do this.”

“The minute you’re uncomfortable, we’ll stop,” I assure him and grab the bottle of lube.

“I want to see as much as I can,” Petra declares as she lies back onto the bed and opens her arms for Weston.

He embraces her and then slides down to worship her beautiful pussy. “Isn’t she amazing?” I ask as I watch him bestow kisses on her sensitive flesh. Weston seems a tad eager and quickly goes for her clit with his tongue and lips. Petra positively levitates off the bed as he plunges a finger into her at the same time as he sucks her clit into his mouth. She makes the sexiest noise I’ve ever heard—almost a moan, but hungrier.

“More of that!” she cries. “Don’t stop, please! Ohmygod.” She shakes and spasms with what appears to be an extra-satisfying orgasm. It’s a glorious sight. “Woo! That was fast!”

Weston puts his other hand out to the side and demands, “Lube.” So I squirt a dollop onto his fingers. I know where this is going, and I love watching, but I know also that I have to prepare Weston for what is to come. I squirt a generous amount of lubeonto my fingers as well and begin to massage him in just the right spot.

Weston makes it easy for me by sticking his butt in the air and spreading his legs. “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life,” I tell them. “Petra’s pussy is all glistening and wet, and Weston’s ass is just waiting for me. This is surely heaven on earth, Loverboy and Lovergirl.” Petra giggles at her silly new nickname, but her giggles quickly dissolve into more moans and continued spasms.

I take my ministrations on Weston extremely slowly and carefully. Watching his pucker loosen and contract around my finger as I lube him up is a trip. He seems to be eager to take me because I feel him pushing back against the pressure of my hand, so I tell him, “There’s no rush. We can take all night.”

“I… ah… think I reallyneedyou all of a sudden, though. I feel empty inside and want you there. Is that weird?”

I chuckle at him and wink at Petra, who is smirking a little. “Not weird at all. I am irresistible.” As I say that, I shove a finger deep inside him and revel in the groan of approval he makes.

As if he can’t wait a moment longer, he plunges his dick into Petra’s pussy. His hand that isn’t holding himself up is still prodding and twisting in her butt. “This is so cool,” he says, “I can feel my own dick inside of you with my finger in your ass, Petra.”

Petra gasps and seems to be coming back to herself a bit as she watches what I’m doing over Weston’s shoulder. She’s drunk on bliss as she looks at me and then at Weston’s reaction. “Are you enjoying this as much as I am?” she softly asks him.

Weston exhales with a shaky breath and nods. Then he says, “God, yes.”

By the time I’ve lubed him up sufficiently, I can barely stand it any longer. I’m aching with the need to be inside him. My patience is wearing thin, but I hold back until I hear himwhimper, “Callum, please. I need it.Now. Do it!” He’s pumping rhythmically in and out of Petra at a steady pace, so I wait until he’s pulled back, almost all the way out of her before I push my dick into his hungry hole. Grabbing him by the hips, I slide in past the ring of resisting muscles and gradually sink in deeper and deeper. It’s a beautiful sight, but the strangled sound of bliss that Weston makes is enough to nearly make me come on the spot. I have to steel myself to hold back. I’ve never felt anything like this before. It’s like magic.

Petra’s eyes are fixed on Weston’s face as he cries out, “Yes!” She again grins at me like I’ve just given her the best gift ever.

“This is like my favorite fantasy finally come to life,” she croons into Weston’s ear. And then she drops the L-bomb as she gasps, “I love you both so much. I’m not sure what I’d do without you.”

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