Ch 3 - Threeunited

The driveway lights clicked on as they pulled in.

Rachel wiped the corner of her mouth with her thumb, casual as could be, like she hadn't just swallowed every drop Nate had given her.

His knuckles were still white on the steering wheel. His breath, uneven.

She smiled. "Park wherever. Dave's right behind us."

As if on cue, headlights swept into the drive behind them. Dave's SUV eased in, smooth and unhurried.

Nate let out a shaky breath, still trying to pull himself together. "Guess we're going to have to fess up to our activities."

Rachel smirked, brushing her thumb across his jaw. "I'm sure he'll enjoy hearing... as much as we feel like telling."

She zipped him up, gave his cock one last fond squeeze, and unbuckled her seatbelt.

By the time Nate had managed to refasten his jeans and open the door, Dave was already out of his car and walking toward them.

The man moved like he always did -- strong, unhurried, confident. His hazel eyes shifted from Nate's flushed face to Rachel's unbothered, almost smug smile.

"I take it everyone enjoyed their trip home," Dave said with a smirk.

Rachel leaned in for a kiss, and Dave immediately knew what she'd been up to from the taste lingering on her lips.

"I know I did... what about you, Nate?" Rachel asked, voice smooth.

Nate stuttered something about a wild ride and trailed off, his ears pinking just slightly.

Rachel smiled against Dave's mouth. "I take it you're not mad I got started early."

Dave's lips brushed her ear. "Mad?" He chuckled softly. "I'd be disappointed if you hadn't."

The house smelled like candle wax and fresh laundry. Clean. Dim. Dave always set the lighting just low enough to blur the edges of everything. It made Rachel feel like she was starring in something instead of just living it.

She slipped off her shoes and padded into the living room. Nate followed a step behind, his eyes scanning everything -- the couch, the thick rug, the big framed photo of her and Dave grinning on a beach in Tulum. Something about seeing her as a wife made his breath catch.

Dave closed the door quietly behind them.

Rachel turned, one hand on her hip. "Can I get you a drink... beer, wine, electrolytes?"

Nate's mouth opened, then closed. "I'm easy. I'll just have whatever Dave's having."

Nobody said it, but everyone in the house hoped that would be true about more than just the drinks.

Dave smirked but didn't comment.

Not wanting to let the energy die down and the scene devolve into small talk, Rachel walked over to the couch and sat, legs crossed, then uncrossed -- casually, deliberately.

Nate followed with the kind of gravity only a woman like her could generate. He hovered for a second, unsure whether to sit beside her or wait for permission.

She patted the cushion next to her.

"Here's fine."

He sat. Not close enough. She fixed that, shifting just enough that their thighs touched.

She could feel the tension radiating off him -- not fear, not hesitation, just restraint.

Rachel leaned in and whispered, "Still thinking about the car?"

He nodded.

She smiled that satisfied smile.

Dave walked into the room behind them, a glass of something amber in his hand. He looked like a man enjoying a private show with no need to rush the climax.

"You going to fill me in on the details of your car ride," he asked, swirling his drink, "or should I let my imagination wander?"

Rachel didn't answer immediately. Just smiled -- slow and secret -- then looked sideways at Nate, who was doing a terrible job keeping his cool.

"I was hoping the ride would be fun," Nate said, voice still a little rough. "But I didn't know it would be that fun."

Rachel grinned, eyes bright. "That was just the warm-up. Warm mouth, warm hands... warm memories."

"She almost got us into a crash," Nate added, chuckling nervously. "Or at least an indecency ticket."

Rachel chimed in smoothly, "At minimum a seat belt violation."

Nate smirked. "Although, honestly? The seat belt wasn't the only thing that got violated."

Dave chuckled low. "I'm not surprised."

"I'm not sure I'm okay," Nate said, only half joking.

Dave raised an eyebrow. "She got you that good?"

"That may have been the best roadhead of my life," Nate admitted, breathless.

Dave realized he was the only one standing, which suddenly felt awkward. He moved over to the couch and took a seat next to Rachel, so she was between them again -- framed by two men, exactly where she'd been at the brewery, and what would prove to be a recurring theme tonight.

Rachel leaned into Dave immediately, one hand sliding onto his thigh, then higher until her palm pressed against his cock. He was already half-hard beneath the fabric.

"I even gave him the extra special show at the end," she purred, fingers tightening slightly. "The one you always like."

Dave's eyes darkened. "He got the visual, huh?"

Nate nodded, breathless at the memory.

Rachel licked her lips, then stuck out her tongue the way she had earlier, just to complete the visual.

"And then just to make sure he didn't forget, I think I got a little of his soul out before he knew what happened."

Dave inhaled through his nose, pride simmering behind his steady gaze. "That's my girl."

"So you've experienced two of her talents so far tonight," Dave added, leaning back slightly. "Trivia and blowjobs. That's a great start if you ask me."

Nate exhaled a shaky breath, still wrecked but rallying. "After earlier? I'm almost afraid to ask."

Then, with a crooked grin: "Though I am curious what else is on the menu."

Rachel smirked. "Oh, you'll see. But for now..." Her fingers traced slow, deliberate circles on his thigh.

"Since you were so focused on not crashing earlier, I think it's only fair you get a proper look at what you couldn't watch while driving."

She leaned in a little closer, voice dropping low. "And maybe a few things from the bag of tricks I didn't have time to use."

Dave stood, setting his drink down, his gaze sharpening with approval. That quiet command she always responded to.

"Looks like it's my turn now, buddy."

Rachel didn't even have to get off the couch. She was basically at dick height already.

She glanced back at Nate with a playful glint. "Let me know if you see anything you like."

Beside her, Nate sat frozen -- watching, breathing a little too fast.

She turned her head back to Dave, met his eyes, and unbuttoned his pants without a word. Her movements were smooth, practiced. This wasn't about teasing -- not yet. This was about claiming.

She freed him slowly, one hand pulling his waistband down just enough for his cock to spring forward.

Her favorite. The most familiar and lovely cock in her world.

Nate let out a low, involuntary sound behind her.

Rachel ran her hand down the length of Dave's shaft, thumb brushing the head. Then she leaned in and dragged her tongue along the underside -- slow and flat with the center of her tongue.

"Still watching?" she asked Nate, without turning.

He made some kind of strangled yes.

Dave chuckled low, running a hand through her hair.

Then, without ceremony, he stepped back and stripped off the rest of his clothes.

He settled back on the couch, bare and unbothered.

"Am I the only one who's going to be naked like an adult?"

Rachel smiled against his cock. "Not for long."

She glanced over her shoulder at Nate, eyes bright. "Strip, sweetheart. No sense being the only one still dressed at this party."

Nate blinked, then laughed softly -- more nerves than humor -- and quickly peeled off his shirt, then jeans and boxers in a rush. His cock sprang free, already hard again.

Rachel eased back and shrugged out of her own clothes next, slipping her top over her head and shimmying out of her jeans in a single, efficient motion. She wasn't here to tease -- not with clothes, anyway.

In seconds, she was bare between them, golden skin flushed, curves bold in the low light.

Nate stood fully naked, flushed but unashamed.

Dave was already settled back on the couch, cock ready and waiting.

Rachel let her eyes trail over both men -- confident, appraising. "Much better."

Then she leaned in and kissed the head of Dave's cock, lips warm and sure.

Her rhythm was confident -- wet and deliberate, with soft, full moans that vibrated through his length.

She didn't rush. She sucked him deep, then pulled back slowly, keeping eye contact with Dave like she was savoring something expensive.

She tried to take more. Her throat tightened.

She gagged -- just once -- then slid back, smiling around him like she knew her limits and wasn't shy about running right into them.

Dave grunted. His hand dropped to her hair, fingers laced loosely at the base of her skull, not guiding her -- just there. Connected. Watching.

Behind them, Nate was frozen. One hand in his lap. No words.

Rachel let her spit run down Dave's cock, then sucked it up again, messier now, needier. When she pulled back for air, she looked dazed and hungry -- not for attention, not for praise. For more.

"You want me to show him what else I do for you?" she asked, breath heavy.

From the couch, Nate couldn't move.

He watched her -- really watched her -- and for the first time all night, it hit him that this wasn't a game to her. It was instinct. Muscle memory. Love, lust, and hunger layered into something he couldn't name.

He'd seen blowjobs. He'd had them. But he'd never seen this.

Not the way she looked at Dave. Not the way her body folded to match his without effort. Not the reverence.

The sheer filth and elegance wrapped together like she was born to be there.

His cock throbbed again, already aching from round one.

He sat still, naked and with a raging hard-on. But he didn't touch it.

He didn't dare.

This wasn't his moment. It was hers -- and Dave's -- and somehow still his, because she was making sure he saw everything.

She glanced back over her shoulder again, spit-slick lips parted, eyes wild.

"You enjoying the show?"

Nate nodded, breathless. "Yeah."

"Good," she said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Because I'm not even close to done."

She turned back to Dave, took him in again -- slower this time, savoring. She stroked him at the base while her lips worked the head in circles, tongue teasing the underside like she was testing his control on purpose.

He exhaled through his nose, jaw tight, hands still resting gently on her head.

Behind her, Nate let out another sharp breath.

She heard it. Smiled to herself.

Then pulled off with a soft pop.

She turned, meeting his eyes over her shoulder.

"I can multitask, you know."

Nate stood slowly, like gravity had doubled just for him.

He stepped forward, tentative at first -- unsure if this was really happening or if he'd imagined the invitation.

But the moment he reached her, Rachel's hand reached out without looking and found his willing and fully recovered hard-on.

She tugged him closer until his thigh brushed her shoulder.

"Good boy," she murmured.

Then she glanced up at Dave, still rock-hard and gleaming. "Hold that thought. I've got another mess to make."

She turned to Nate, her eyes finally giving him the full, appraising look she'd been teasing all night. Her gaze dragged slowly down the length of him.

"Mmm," she hummed, approving. "Still sensitive?"

He nodded, jaw clenched.

"Perfect."

She opened her mouth and took him in -- not deep, not greedy -- just slow and controlled.

Tongue teasing. Lips plush and patient. She sucked him into a moan almost immediately.

Behind her, Dave shifted closer. His cock pressed to her back like a silent promise.

Rachel sucked Nate a little deeper, then pulled off and looked between them, eyes wicked.

"Let's see how long I can keep both of you in check."

Nate's breath hitched as she took him back into her mouth -- slower this time, dragging her tongue along the underside, savoring the way he twitched against her lips.

She bobbed once. Twice.

Then pulled off with a satisfied hum and reached behind herself, wrapping one hand around Dave's cock. She stroked him in sync with her rhythm on Nate.

Her head turned side to side between them, eyes flicking back and forth like she was comparing toys at a boutique.

Dave grunted.

Nate whimpered.

She grinned, then took Nate in again -- this time deeper, faster.

One hand wrapped tight around Dave's base, squeezing just enough to remind him he was still part of the scene, still waiting his turn.

Rachel moaned around Nate's shaft, letting the vibrations sink in. Her lips slid off with a wet gasp, and she spoke again without turning.

She finished the stroke on Nate, licked him from base to tip, then turned her head slightly and licked the length of Dave in return -- one long, deliberate pass that made both of them groan at once.

She looked up at Dave with that mock-innocent glint in her eye.

Dave ran his hand through her hair, then held it there -- firm, grounding.

Rachel eased back, now down off the couch and properly on her knees. She'd shed her clothes in the transition, skin glowing in the low light. Her mouth parted, breath heavy.

"Alright, boys," she said, smiling like the devil in heels. "Let's see what I can do."

She reached for both cocks, stroking them side by side -- her hands moving in tandem, slow at first.

She leaned forward, letting the head of Nate's cock slide between her lips while Dave's rubbed hot and heavy against her cheek.

Then she switched.

One stroke. One taste.

The pressure in the room spiked.

And then -- bold, unbothered -- she pressed her face between them. Her tongue darted back and forth, teasing both tips before sucking each head in turn. Spit and moans and heat tangled between her lips and their groans.

She didn't try to deepthroat. Didn't need to.

Her mouth was a playground. Her hands kept time. Her control was absolute.

She worked them with purpose -- not frantic, not desperate, but confident and practiced. Every motion said this is for me as much as it's for you.

Her spit coated both cocks as she alternated between them, sometimes licking one while stroking the other, sometimes sliding them together to kiss across her tongue.

The weight of both against her lips made her eyes flutter shut for a moment -- not from being overwhelmed, but from satisfaction.

Dave's hand tightened in her hair. Nate braced himself against the couch, knuckles white.

"Fuck, Rachel," Dave muttered. "You're going to break him."

She smiled, lips stretched around Nate's tip, then pulled off just enough to say, "I haven't even tried yet."

Then she dove back in -- sloppier now, her mouth trailing wet across both shafts, her cheeks streaked with heat and slick. She paused just long enough to look up at them.

"If I keep this up, I'm going to drain the life force out of both of you before I even get any attention."

Dave chuckled, low and warm. "Might be time to move the party upstairs."