Jon did not look at her. He didn't say anything. He just smiled a fake smile and nodded.
"Why don't you hang around a little longer," Claire asked. "I want to hear how things are going."
"I can't. I have to go. I just got a text from my boss."
"Now? It's past midnight."
"I know. What can you do? Look, I'll talk to you later this week, ok?"
"Jon..."
"I gotta go."
It felt good to be back under the street lights. Jon walked at a brisk pace, trying to shake off the feeling that he had done wrong by Claire. She did not owe him anything. He certainly could not expect her to derail her career for the hope that they might one day rekindle whatever they had shared. Perhaps what really bothered him was the prospect of losing the one person in New York City who had actually cared for him at some point.
It was a quick subway ride from Brooklyn to the Financial District and the flat of Barb and Sean. The elevator opened onto the familar luxury of their home, but it was dark and no one could be seen in the open spaces. Somewhere in the apartment, Jon could hear the faint rumbling of a dryer, its contents clattering against the drum. For a split-second, Jon wondered if he had misinterpreted the text, but the concierge downstairs had known he was coming. The pop of a bottle ceding its cork put a sudden end to his doubt. Only then did he see Barb by the kitchen island.
She poured two glasses of red wine and brought them over to Jon. The moonlight and the glow of the city coated her exquisite proportions in a ghostly highlight. Her body was wrapped in a silk and lace ensemble that strongly resembled a spider's web. It did nothing to cover the body parts that mattered most. Her gorgeous breasts and naked pussy were framed nicely by the gossamer bands of the lingerie.
Without saying a word, she handed him one of the glasses, looked at him in earnest as she took a sip of her own, then walked away. Jon admired her perfect ass as it kneaded itself with each long-legged step. He followed her through the penthouse. She led him to the bedroom, grabbing the wine bottle from the kitchen island in passage. Inside the room, he could see Sean lying on the bed, waiting for them, flicking his semi-hard cock against his belly.
Jon stood in the doorway as Barbara placed the bottle on a nightstand and crawled onto the bed. Like a lioness she stalked her husband, brushing away the sheets between her and her prey. She was at his cock now, massaging its base and stroking it firm. Barb looked back at Jon one more time, as if to say, "Watch this," and licked the shaft's entire length. Jon could hear a long exhale leak out of Sean like a dying breath. She wrapped her pouty lips around the tip and soon most of his cock had disappeared into her mouth.
There was a comfy chair by the nightstand. Jon made for it, discarding his clothes like breadcrumbs along the way. He was momentarily distracted by the large television on the far wall. It was turned on, but set to a blue screen, which gave the room an electric hue. The message "WAITING FOR INPUT" danced within its borders.
He was down to his jeans when he sat. He caught Barb taking in his bare torso as she sucked her husband's cock. In a streak of vanity, Jon tensed his muscles to make them bulge a little more. He raised his legs, and in one motion slid off his jeans. Like a tailor presenting a finished garment, he lay out his waking cock for inspection. An eyebrow raised. She took Sean's pole out of her mouth long enough to catch her breath and shoot Jon an admiring smile. Barb slapped the penis against her cheek a few times before devouring it again.
Jon took a sip of wine as he watched the couple perform for him. His other hand found its way down to his crotch. His dick was nearly hard, and it only took a few strokes to bring it to full capacity. He thrust his pelvis forward to give Barbara a better view.
Her husband had his eyes shut and was sighing contentedly. He clutched at a mess of her blond hair to guide her head up and down his staff. Faster and faster. He was getting close, Jon could tell. Barb gave his cock a few last jerks before sitting up. She crawled up to the headboard and Jon thought she was positioning herself for penetration, but instead she reached behind the board and drew out long, black chains, complete with shackles, which she looped through rings on the bed frame and soon had fastened to Sean's wrists. She pulled at the chains until there was not an ounce of give and Sean's arms were stretched to their limits.
She sashayed to the base of the bed and did the same to his ankles. Jon thought he could hear Barb humming to herself as she worked. When she was done, she walked over to the nightstand and took a sip from her wine. She picked up the bottle and turned to face Jon. She gave him a look of steely resolve and, without taking her eyes off him, poured the entire contents of the bottle onto her husband's head. He spat and gasped for breath as the wine splashed over his face. The satin pillows and sheets around him were instantly stained red and soaking wet.
Barb shook the bottle a few times to make sure every last drop had fallen on Sean. She tossed it aside and held out her hand for Jon. He stood for her, and she walked him to the base of the bed where the dim light of the bedside lamp could still reach. They embraced tenderly while Sean still struggled to expel wine from his nose. Barb put her head on Jon's chest and slow-danced with him as she hummed a tune to herself. She looked at her husband to make sure he was watching, then gave Jon a long, passionate kiss. She wrapped a leg around his, ran her fingers through his hair, and moaned softly into his mouth. Jon felt compelled to respond with equal affection.
She looked deep into his eyes when their kiss was done, then slid down every ridge of his torso until her cheek was brushing the warm contours of his manhood. She slipped it into her mouth and covered it from tip to base in her thick saliva. Jon let out a long sigh of his own. She was the best cocksucker he had ever known. It almost didn't seem fair.
He could feel his cock swelling with pleasure and was desperate to put it to use. With two strong hands under her arms, he brought Barb up to his level, and in one decisive motion, he turned her towards her husband and bent her over the bed. A tiny gasp spilled from her lips, betraying how much she liked being manhandled, but that was not the role Barb was here to play. Not tonight. She disengaged from him, climbing onto the bed, crawling over her bound husband to the headboard, where she sat upon a mound of pillows just above Sean's head.
She smiled at Jon and spread her legs wide to showcase the shimmering pink that lay within. As she caressed her inner thigh, Barb reached under a pillow and took out what looked to Jon like a white coaster. With an index finger, she beckoned him to come.
Jon took a moment to consider, then, warily, crawled onto the bed. He did his best to get past Sean without going over him, but when Jon got to the top of the bed, he was at a loss. He could not figure out how to position himself to enter his lover. Ultimately, he knew that any solution would involve straddling Sean's body, so that is what he did. For balance, Jon placed his hands on the headboard on either side of Barb and, with great reluctance, all but sat on Sean's chest.
Barb wrapped her arms around Jon's torso, groping the musculature of his back, as he continued to puzzle out this position. All the hesitation had made his cock soften a bit, and he was beginning to worry he would need to abort the whole campaign. Barbara did little to help. She kissed his neck and nibbled on his ear before leaning back against the headboard to finger her pronounced clit.
"I want my husband to suck your cock," she said. Those were the first words she had spoken to him.
A panic overtook Jon. This wasn't his wheelhouse. He looked down at the man between his legs. The expression on Sean's red-stained face seemed to suggest he had not anticipated this. But he didn't seem bothered by it, either. Whatever his wife wanted is what his wife would get. The question was whether Jon felt the same way. If there was any argument for not walking out at that very moment, it was the fact that these were his employers, and he needed the job. But there was more to it than that. From the moment they hired him, both Sean and Barb had made him feel truly wanted, and that was a hard thing to turn his back on.
"I want my husband to suck your cock," Barb repeated. She clutched at Jon's pole and positioned it on the lips of her husband. Sean lifted his head and without fanfare took Jon's chub into his mouth. Jon closed his eyes, unable to comprehend what he was doing and what was being done to him. He gripped the headboard a little tighter. Sean's lips skimmed his shaft as much as he could manage. It was a poor effort, which made it hard for Jon to pretend it was Barb wrapped around his cock.
Barbara, in the meantime, was busy tying Jon's hands to the headboard. The white coaster had turned out to be a spool of silk ribbon, which she was wrapping far too tightly around his wrists and looping through ornamental gaps in the board. Soon, Jon was unable to extricate himself from the position he was in. His meat had nowhere else to go but in Sean's mouth.
Barb grabbed his tight ass and pushed it further into their huddle, encouraging his cock deeper down her husband's throat. Sean began to gag, but she didn't care. Eventually, Jon decided it would be easier on Sean if he started thrusting on his own. His eyes were still closed as he tried to focus on the sensation and not so much on who was causing it. Every now and then, his shaft would pop out of Sean's mouth and a thrust would almost go up the man's nose, but it would only take a few external licks before they were back on their proscribed course.
The good feeling in Jon's cock began to swell again and a small grunt escaped his lips. Barb gave him a deep kiss as a reward. She was utterly joyful at the sight of her new stud thrusting his member into her restrained husband, and the more Sean seemed to struggle with it, the more Barb seemed to like it.
"Oh yeah," she exclaimed. "Fuck my husband's mouth. Make that little cocksucker swallow every last inch of you." Barb continued to massage the folds of her flower.
Jon's grunting grew more frequent. His shins were damp and his wrists were numb, but he had finally given in to the moment. He drew a certain satisfaction from choking his one boss with his dick while watching his other boss punish her clit. Barb plunged multiple fingers into her hole. The wet suction of her pussy was audible. Her butt cheeks tensed and relaxed over and over, simulating the convulsions that would surely come.
Finally, her frenzy overwhelmed other concerns. She slid her pelvis down the mound of pillows and on top of her husband's head, forcing Jon to pull out of him. Where once had been the man's mouth was now the woman's dripping wet slit.
