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Last year on your birthday, your brand-new boss had given you a lovely card and sent flowers to your apartment. You had been Mr. York’s personal assistant for only about a month at that point and hadn’t expected anything at all, but quickly found out that he tended to spoil those people that he appreciates most. When he had found out that you love museums, you had quickly been invited to family Smithsonian outings with his wife and girls. The discovery of your favourite flower had led that to that and only that being delivered to your desk, fresh, every Monday morning. You had been convinced for months that Dave York was either just very affectionate or he was trying to get you into his bed.

Ultimately, it had sort of been both. It was his wife Carol who was sending the flowers - beautiful arrangements in a different colour every time. The Smithsonian trips were Dave’s idea. And it was the two of them together who had brought you into their bed, one night after dinner at their house when their daughters were long since asleep and the wine bottles were long since empty. It wasn’t frequent, or tawdry. But Dave or Carol would invite you to dinner or for drinks and you would always end up tangled in their sheets with them afterward: sweaty, satiated, and smiling. You apparently weren’t the first they had done this with, and you were certain you wouldn’t be the last, but the freeing feeling of it couldn’t be matched.

So this year, when your birthday came and Dave and Carol insisted on taking you out to dinner, you fully relished the chance to celebrate. The guy you’ve been seeing hasn’t made any noises about being exclusive and you’re not hurrying to give up your place between Dave and Carol, so everything has been smooth sailing. Or had been. Until Carol had insisted that you bring your new guy to dinner. “Dave wants to make sure he’s good enough for you,” she had told you over the phone last week. “You know how protective he is.”

You definitely do know that. The fact that Dave had wanted to meet your new guy had surprised you. You had barely told him anything except that he existed, but your boss wanted to make sure that you are in good hands.

******

“David, you need to behave tonight.” The use of his entire first name rather than the shortened Dave he prefers makes him pause at where he is knotting his tie in the mirror.

His wife, his gorgeous and very perceptive wife is still sitting in her lingerie at the bright vanity, applying makeup that she doesn’t actually need. She is beautiful just the way that she is when she wakes up with mussed hair and sleepy eyes, although she will just laugh and tell him that his biased. He is. She has borne him two beautiful little girls, but it doesn’t change the fact that his wife is a stunning creature without the stuff she puts on her face.

“When have I ever not behaved?” He asks, smirking slightly at the way she raises her brows and gives him a very knowing look. “Fine, I will do my best to not scare him.” That seems to mollify her slightly. “Unless he is not treating her right. Then I’m sorry, but there is no way I’m going to just sit by and let her be mistreated.”

“Do you really think she would keep somebody around who isn’t worth her time?” Carol tuts softly and shakes her head at her husband. “Don’t go looking for an excuse to dislike him, either.”

“I’m not.” Dave turns away from the mirror he is standing in front of and steps over to where Carol is sitting. His hands rest on her shoulders and he strokes them gently. “I know that you are curious about who our girl is seeing too.” He coos softly. “Don’t lie and tell me you aren’t slightly worried that she might choose someone who would not be good for her.”

“I trust her.” Carol states, but her shoulders soften under his hands. “I’m more worried that he might not be okay with us.” After all - it’s not as though swinging was incredibly common. Even if people liked to pretend it was becoming mainstream, it definitely isn’t. And Carol likes you. She has right from the start. She doesn’t want it to be like last time.

Dave sees the worry in her eyes and leans down, pressing his lips to her hair. “I’m worried about that too, sweetheart.” His heart clenches as he thinks about the ugliness the last time both of them had really opened their hearts to someone. It wasn’t easy and they had tried to stick to casual, but it was hard to do when both of them were caring.

“Well,” she shrugs, doing her best to remind herself that that worrying won’t help anything. She turns at her vanity, uncrossing her legs to let Dave’s hungry eyes roam over her choice of lingerie before she slips into a dress. “Do you approve?”

“I wish we had time for me to take it off of you and show you how much I like it.” He smirks slightly and drinks in the sight of her curves wrapped in lace. “But it would be rude of me to unwrap her present before she can.”

“I’m sure she’ll let you help if you ask nicely.” Carol purrs, getting up from her seat to move past him. “Go wait for me downstairs, love. I’ll be ready in a minute.”

He ambles down the stairs and stops at the bottom to check his tie one last time and adjusts his hair. Tonight is all about you but he wants to make sure he looks good while taking you out. The reservations have been made and he smirks at the small, wrapped gift that Carol and he had picked out together. Along with the bouquet of flowers that he had picked up on the way home from dropping the girls off at their grandmother’s for the night, everything was ready. The overnight bag his wife had packed earlier was already loaded in the trunk of the car.

******

It wasn’t unusual for Quinn to get held up at work. It just sucks that it had to be tonight. He had sent about twenty apology texts and promised to be at the restaurant on time, but he wouldn’t be able to come over for a drink beforehand like you had originally planned. “I’ll make it up to you.” He promised in his ninth and thirteenth texts, and you know he will - Captain Quinn McKenna has always been as good as his word. It’s not his fault that sometimes his job is demanding. Sometimes Dave’s is, too. And that means sometimes yours is.

You thank the doorman at the Hay-Adams for pointing you in the direction of the hotel’s prestigious restaurant and shake your head a little. Dave and Carol had completely overdone it, as usual. The amazing restaurant and gorgeous hotel make a very romantic backdrop for a birthday dinner. It’s a good thing you had looked the place up beforehand so you could dress appropriately.

As usual, Dave spots you first, his observant eyes always on the lookout and he smiles when he spots you. Immediately standing and there is a small frown on his face when he doesn’t see anyone following up behind you. He had double checked with you just yesterday that your boyfriend would be joining you for dinner. He tucks his hand against his stomach to prevent his tie from moving too much as he moves around the table, reaching you before the host can pull out your chair and he waves him off so he can pull out your chair himself. “Happy birthday, sweetheart.” He murmurs, leaning in and kissing your cheek. “You look stunning.”

“Thank you,” you hum softly and touch Dave’s hand on your arm. “You both look amazing. As always.” Your other hand reaches across the table to squeeze Carol’s. “I’m sorry Quinn is late. He got caught up at work.” It feels like such a sad excuse, like you’re trying to cover for him or something, but the fact is that NASA doesn’t give a shit if you have dinner plans or not. “If he’s not here by 8:05 I’ll read him the riot act myself.”

Dave chuckles and pulls out your chair. “Never mind that.” He says as you sit, and he pours you some wine from the bottle that is already open and breathing on the table. “It just means we have you all to ourselves for an extra few minutes.”

“You didn’t have to do all this.” You know they care about you. You care about them, too. There’s immense trust between the three of you that has built over the last few months. But of course, that never means that you expect them to spoil you like this.

“Of course we do.” Carol tuts, giving you a disappointed look. “It’s your birthday and we want to do something special for you.”

******

Quinn huffs impatiently as he strides through the restaurant lobby, cursing the fact that his options were to either show up in uniform or be even later. It’s not the end of the world - he knows that you like him dressed up like this - but he had bought a new suit and brought it to his office with the intention of changing before leaving to pick you up.

He didn’t want your boss to dislike him. Over the last six weeks you had had nothing but the best things to say about your boss and his wife and Quinn was finding himself feeling a lot of things for you very quickly, so he wanted the people that are important to you to like him. His whole life got left behind in Corpus Christi, but yours is all here, and he wants to be a part of that if you’ll let him.

The restaurant is nicer than he would ever have chosen. This is the kind of place he dreamed of being able to take a girl for a special occasion, but it’s always been a little out of his depth as far as funds. He’s contemplating how grateful he is to be stuck in his uniform - who fucking knows if the suit he picked or is nice enough for this place? - when he spots you: sitting there glowing at him with a glass of wine in one hand and a gorgeous smile painted across your face. Your boss and his wife have their backs to him and he quickly squeezes his way to the table with cover and your gift in his hands. “I’m so sorry I’m late, baby, it was meeting after meeting.”

Dave stands, reaching across the back to extend his hand out to McKenna. “Captain.” He offers with an easy smile. Even though he is assigned to the Stargazer program at NASA, he still retains his rank and wears his uniform. Dave notes with some small amount of pleasure that his display of ribbons far exceeds the man in front of him, although his uniform is long retired. “What battalion were you in?” He asks, nodding to the Ranger tab underneath his ribbons.

“First.” Quinn reaches for the other man’s hand and notes the slight set of his jaw that reads competition before his eyes flick around the table to take in the rest of the scene and he almost jumps in surprise. “Carol?”

Carol’s eyes widen almost comically, and Dave lifts his brow in surprise as he lets go of the other man’s hand. “Quinn?” She gasps out, telling Dave that there was definitely a history there that was going to be interesting to uncover. “Oh my god, I-I didn’t – how are you? It’s been what? Ten years?”

“Something like that, yeah.” His slack jawed surprise turns to that signature cocky grin of his when he sits down beside you. He can definitely navigate tonight if one of the people you have such a high opinion of is Carol Zebrowski. “Well, this is a fun surprise.”

Dave filters through his memory of McKenna’s file, which he had most certainly used his clearance to get access to, and pieces it together. “You both were at Vanderbilt at the same time.” He blurts out, looking over to Carol to confirm.

“Wait, this is Carol? College Carol?” You ask as soon as it is out of Dave’s mouth, and you feel like you could melt into the floor when Quinn’s grin widens.

“Yes,” Carol is laughing herself, nodding at the shock of the situation. “Quinn and I were at Vanderbilt together.” Leaning over, she presses a kiss to Dave’s cheek. Her husband really does have a type. “This is my husband, Dave,” she nudges him gently. “Who I’m sure will pick his proverbial jaw up off the floor any moment.”

Dave shakes his head, amazed at how small of a world it seems to be. He’s read all about McKenna as far as his background and more extensively into his time with the Rangers and then attached to the Stargazer program after the dust up in Texas and Tennessee. His people had been impressed with him.

“So, it seems as though everyone at this table is very intimately acquainted with the exception of me and McKenna.” Dave quips, unable to help himself, huffing at the irony of his wife also having slept with your new beau.

The smile Carol gives him is very distinctly we can fix that and your eyes widen ever so slightly before you can pull them back into your head. “And here I was wasting time wondering if everyone would get along.” You murmur, feeling your ears heat up in embarrassment.

Now that Dave has figured out that this is the man that Carol was seeing before they met, he relaxes drastically. It hadn’t ended on bad terms and there was not one instance where she had said he had mistreated her. Instead, their schedules had interrupted their dating and very soon after that, Dave had met her and had instantly swept her off her feet.

“Well, you can relax sweetheart.” Dave sends you a small wink. “He has Carol’s stamp of approval, and you know how highly I hold her opinion.”

“I’m glad my tardiness won’t be held against me.” Quinn’s fingers slip under yours, raising your hand to his lips for him to press a kiss to the soft skin of your wrist. “Sweetheart.” He barely raises his eyebrow at you but you burn a little deeper into your embarrassment and busy yourself taking a sip or three of wine.

Dave decides that he will change the subject. “Well, now that you are here, we can start celebrating our birthday girl.” He nods towards the menu in front of you and his eyes slide over to Quinn. “Dinner is on us, I insist, so order whatever you want.” His hand moves around Carol to slide along her back as he leans over share the menu with his wife rather than open the one at his wrist.

You smile at Dave’s small show of protectiveness over his wife and sit back in your seat. Quinn is still holding loosely to your hand as he peruses the faces around the table instead of the menu, always landing back on yours beside him. “How was everyone’s day at work?” You ask by way of trying to find a new topic.

“There has been a rash of stomach virus going around the schools.” Carol tells you as she picks up her wine glass and takes a sip. “Appointments were back to back all day so I was happy to be able to come home and look forward to unwinding with you tonight.”

“What do you think, hun?” You raise an eyebrow at Quinn. “Elementary school kids with stomach bugs, or meeting with the Joint Chiefs?”

Dave snorts, shaking his head. “Kids whine less than the Joint Chiefs.” He tells you and Carol. “Isn’t that right, McKenna?”

“I’d rather chaperone my kid’s field trips any day.” Quinn agrees immediately.

Carol chuckles and turns to give Dave a kiss that isn’t to show off in the least, just a habit of affection. “It’s very hard being Dr. York, thank you. I’ll leave the bureaucratic dealings to you.” She tells him with a grin.

“So.” She turns her eyes back towards Quinn. “The Army, huh? I had wondered what had happened to you. It’s such a small world because Dave was actually in the Rangers when we met.”

“Is that right?” The younger of the two men looks suitably impressed if slightly amused. “It’s been the Army since after graduation. Got married while I was stationed in Corpus Christi. Um…it didn’t last, obviously, but my son Rory is an amazing kid. About six months ago I was transferred to a project at NASA. And about six weeks ago I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going in the National Museum of American History and stepped on this beauty’s toes.” Quinn’s smile when he turns to you could light up a whole building, blue eyes flashing in the dim lights of the dining room.

Dave’s thumb on Carol’s back moves slightly, a small sign between the couple. He smiles at the way you fluster and has to admit that you seem just as smitten with the other man. Carol’s eyes meet his and a silent conversation passes between them.

******

After that, dinner is easy. Dave’s protective instincts seem mollified and Carol and Quinn trade stories easily. You float in and out of whatever topics are offered, flustering slightly at compliments that you never seem to know how to take or offering stories of your own when they fit. Quinn’s fingertips on your knees brush gently across your warm skin, made warmer and bolder by a little wine, and that alone would give you a sense of anticipation, except the hungry look in Dave’s eyes hasn’t limited itself to the delicious food. You would never call your lover a predatory man, but his tendency toward domination was obvious. Dave likes to be in control - to be the one giving out pleasure and deciding what form it will take - and from the dark look in his eyes for half the meal, he’s already made a decision as to what tonight’s pleasure will include. It makes you shiver just thinking about it, avoiding his eyes so you don’t give yourself away,

“May I offer dessert?” Dave gives a slight smirk, already knowing what kind of dessert he prefers to have as he looks up at the waiter that has been keeping their wine and water glasses refilled throughout the night.

“The chef should have something special prepared for us.” He informs him lightly, looking over at you with a molten expression. “We are celebrating this beauty’s birthday today.”

"My apologies sir, I shall check with the chef right away.” He scampers off and Carol reaches into her bag to pull out the gift she had brought.

“This is for you from David and I.” She offers with a smile.

“Honestly, you didn’t—" the protest does on your lips when you see Carol’s eyes shine with affection, and you murmur a small “thank you” instead. The neat and tidy wrapping paper means that Carol definitely wrapped it herself, and you gasp softly when the silver paper gives way to the unmistakable red of a Cartier jewelry box. “Dave…” You had had a conversation with him ages ago about jewelry when he was picking something out for his and Carol’s anniversary during which all manner of Cartier and Tiffany items had been under consideration. He must have remembered some of your favorites. Quinn sits up next to you to watch you open the slim box, revealing a gold chain bracelet with a diamond nestled in a Trinity knot at its center. “You remembered…” You’re not sure why it surprises you, but there it is. “Thank you both. It’s gorgeous.”

“You are so very welcome.” Carol smiles at you with adoration. “You put up with David and we both know that he can be demanding, especially when a job is not exactly going his way.”

It was an understatement. Dave could be meticulous and had honestly thought that you would quit the first time you had seen his temper in play when he was angry at an op gone wrong. Not that he was ever physically or verbally violent with your or his wife. He just tended to be moody. Far different from the Dave you had known up to that point.

“I wouldn’t be very good at my job if I let a mood swing get to me.” Considering you’d come to be Dave York’s personal assistant by way of the White House, you were very good at your job. But being a White House staffer when the new administration took over meant starting from scratch, and you’d been happy to find such a good position with such a respectful new boss.

Dave glances over at Quinn to make sure that the other man isn’t resentful and gives him a small nod of appreciation when he doesn’t see any animosity in the younger man’s gaze. “Damn, I went the wrong path.” Quinn huffs, leaning back with a grin. “DIA, huh?”

Repressing the small smirk on his face, he nods. “Your Need To Know would be higher.” He tells him, fully read in on what Quinn was really doing at NASA.

“I’m very happy knowing Quinn isn’t out on deployments anymore,” you admit softly.

Carol bobs her head quickly. “I can understand that. I still hate when Dave has to go out of town. Although it’s not as often now with the girls.”

“Well,” Quinn leans over, quickly capturing your lips in a soft kiss before he smiles. “It’s not quite as compact, but happy birthday, gorgeous.” From beside his chair, he passes a gift bag over to you, very obviously nervous about whether or not you’ll approve of its contents.

That nervousness is very, very short lived.

The sleek box inside the gift bag is nothing more or less than Hermès, and since you know Quinn’s tendencies aren’t toward anything fancy in the least, you wonder briefly if you have his ex-wife or his twin sister to thank for his stellar shopping skills. “Baby…” breathed the same way you said Dave’s name just a minute ago, you crack the box open in disbelief - finding the Pegasus canvas handbag that you’ve been coveting for a year, staring back at you. The little sneak must have seen the outlet store tab open on your browser. With one hand to your chest in surprise, you lean across your chair to kiss him again and whisper your thanks quietly. “You realize no other birthday will ever live up to this one again?” You ask the three of them, your voice full of awe that they did so much.

Dave is impressed with Quinn and gives him a nod of approval, not that he needs one. He’s very aware of that tone that you used with the other man. “You deserve it, sweetheart.” He tells you as the waiter brings out the special dessert that he had ordered. Baked Alaska flambé. He sets it in front of you with a flourish and pours the rum over the top of the brown meringue from a small sliver dish and sets it on fire.

“I’m never having another birthday.” You declare with a soft gasp. “Nothing will ever beat this.” The three people at this table are three of your favourite humans that you’ve ever known in your life - every one of them an amazing lover on top of being intelligent, considerate, and caring people and you very nearly have tears in your eyes. “I feel very thoroughly spoiled,” you tell them honestly. “Thank you so much.”

“The night isn’t over yet.” Dave warns you with a grin. He looks over at Carol and bites his lip at her raised eyebrow before he turns back to you and Quinn. “We’ve also rented a suite upstairs.” He announces.

“A suite?” Quinn’s eyebrow raises in much the same way Carol’s has as an understanding passes between them.

Carol was always…adventurous. Liking to try new positions, toys, and kinks, and sometimes wanting to open their bed up to others as well.

You had told him you were still seeing someone else. This weekend was going to be the weekend he told you how he felt about you and had been planning to ask if you would consider shortening your list of partners to just him - but if Carol and Dave are who you are also seeing? He’s suddenly a lot less worried about someone else holding your heart and a lot more interested in what else you might be into that he didn’t know about. “Is that something that…everyoneis enjoying?”

You could melt into your seat - worried more than anything about there being some kind of disagreement. Quinn had been respectful of your seeing other people until this point, but you have no idea what he’ll think now that he knows those people are your boss and his ex-girlfriend.

Dave nods seriously. “That isn’t a problem, is it?” He asks, knowing that some men might find it strange that he was allowed to touch the other woman as well, but this was something that Carol and he did together. Men or women, whoever had captured their interest.

“Not at all.” Quinn shakes his head, and you can feel his fingers brush the skin just above the hem of your dress. “Just wondering where I fit into all this.”

Carol hasn’t flinched, carefully doling out servings of the beautiful dessert that had been ordered, and you’re fairly certain someone is about to react poorly but you’re not sure who. At least, people have always reacted poorly in the past, so that’s what you’re expecting.

“You fit wherever you want to fit.” Dave offers with a small smirk. “Depending on how your tastes run, there are plenty of ways to fit everyone together.”

Carol passes him a slice of the dessert and he turns to her. “Thank you honey.” He murmurs, leaning in and giving her a soft kiss. “Especially considering you’ve already slept with my wife before, and she counts you as an excellent lover.”

Your face is burning but the fire shoots straight to your core immediately after igniting, twisting inside you as Quinn’s fingers ride higher on your thigh under the table. “Is that…” You know he’s bi. That had been something that got talked about early on. But you have no idea what his experiences have been or what kind of men he’s attracted to beyond the one character from Game of Thrones that you’ve drooled over together. But…you can never know unless you ask, right? “Is that something everyone would be interested in?” The thought of all three of them sharing you has you on the verge of spontaneous combustion.

Carol shifts slightly in her chair and Dave’s other hand has slipped beneath the table to rest high on his wife’s thigh. “I think that this is something that all of us can agree on, we want to make this a birthday you will never forget.” She purrs, arching a brow at Quinn while she gives hers and Dave’s answer.

Quinn smiles to soothe the uncertainty on your face, his fingers creeping ever higher on your thigh. “Does that sounds good to you, beautiful?” The promise shining in his eyes is dark and tinged with eagerness. Dave is exactly it the type of man he’s attracted to, and he wouldn’t mind a little reunion with Carol, either. But only if it’s what you want.

You swear you can hear yourself gulp when your mouth waters and you nod slowly. You have a change of clothes in your car because you weren’t sure whose bed you were going to end up in tonight - and apparently that was good planning. “I—um…” you laugh, a breathy little thing born of disbelief. “Fuck…that sounds amazing.”

“Then it’s done.” Dave decides with authority in his voice, smug in the way that this night is going to turn out. “Whatever you want, sweetheart, all you have to do is tell us and all three of us will make sure that you get it.” His own fingers slide up Carol’s thighs and dip under the dress. “You should see the other present Carol has for you to unwrap.” He tells you with a wicked grin before he winks at you, pads of his fingers pressing against his wife’s cunt.

“Jesus…” You whine slightly, only to have to bite your lip when Quinn’s fingers find the apex of your own thighs. Carol’s taste in lingerie is exquisite and you had tried your best to find something comparable for whoever you went home with tonight - so both of you would be unwrapped in due course.

“Jesus is right.” Dave purrs. “I wanted to rip it off of her before we came to dinner tonight and leave a thick load of cum inside of her for you to lick out.” He drags his fingers up and down Carol’s rapidly moist slit, soaking through the lace. “But now I need everyone to be good boys and girls and eat their dessert so we can get to the real fun.”

Both men smirk at the way your eyes snap forward to what you’ve been told to do, the pads of Quinn’s fingers dragging along the seam of your dripping cunt agonizingly slowly before he takes them away completely and subtly leans his chin on that hand while he breathes in your scent.

“Daaaaaviddddd.” Carol whines slightly when he pulls his own fingers away from her throbbing core and he leans over to kiss her lips softly.

“Dessert first and then we’ll let Quinn and our birthday girl taste you.” He offers, forking up and bite of her baked Alaska and offering it to her. “While she sits on my face.”

“Fuck…” You shiver noticeably and take a small bite of your dessert and Quinn smirks beside you.

“I’m not surprised she found another soldier,” he tells Dave with an affectionate glance in your direction. “She takes orders so well.”

“They both do.” Dave agrees, remembering how much Carol enjoyed stripping off his uniform when he was still wearing it. “What about you Captain? Used to giving the orders or do you like following them as well?” There’s a bit more behind the question than just the obvious and he knows Quinn understands his meaning.

With his fork halfway to his mouth, Quinn’s lazy, cocky smirk turns a little coy. “I can be a very obedient soldier for the right commander.” He tells the other man frankly. Normally he likes the give and take of a ‘regular’ relationship, but he falls more naturally into a submissive roll with men than he ever does with women. More than a decade of soul searching has led to an understanding that it has to do with physical strength. And Dave York definitely looks like he could physically take charge in the bedroom.

Dave grunts, cock twitching in interest, and Carol gives a small laugh. “You just said the magic words, Quinn.” She tells her former lover before she looks over at you. “Does the idea of David and Quinn together bother you?” She asks, not wanting to assume that you would be okay with it. “Or me and Quinn?”

“No,” your voice is a little raspy, mostly from the wave of arousal running through you at the images the three of them are conjuring. “It sounds like a fucking dream, to be honest.”

Dave scoops up some of his own dessert, moaning slightly at the taste and for effect just to watch another pang of lust cross your face. “Finish your fucking dessert.” He groans out slightly when he sees you shift and press your thighs together. “I’ve been dying to taste your pussy all day. Wanted to bury my face in your cunt during work today.”

“I take it you like the new skirt, then?” The corner of your lips turns up, enjoying your small victory as you take another bite of the delicious dessert in front of you.

“You know I do.” Dave tells you, shaking his head at your smugness.

Carol looks at you and Quinn with an amused smirk. “This will be a very interesting evening and I am delighted that she is dating you Quinn, it puts David’s mind at ease.”

The younger man seems to understand, and his hand finds your back to let his thumb run small circles between your shoulder blades. “I won’t let anything happen to her,” he assures Dave quietly. “You don’t have to worry about that.”

“That’s good.”

******

The rest of the dessert is consumed quickly, and Dave passes his credit card to the waiter easily. Once the slip is signed, he stands and holds his hand out to help Carol up. “Is everyone ready to take this upstairs?” He asks quietly, wanting to make sure they are all on the same page before it goes any farther.

“Let me grab a change of clothes from my car?” You ask, knowing you’re now admitting that you were fully intending to be taken home by someone after this dinner.

Quinn chuckles, mirroring Dave’s gesture with Carol as he helps you stand on your heels. “Give me your keys and I’ll grab them,” he offers. “I have a change to grab from my car, too. And then none of us will have to give the outside world a second thought until tomorrow.”

Dave smirks, turning to Carol. “Go check in and grab the keys, honey.” He urges his wife. “I’ll grab our bag as well and text me the room number and we will meet you there.”

“Alright, but I’m taking the birthday girl,” Carol grins, grabbing your hand as soon as you’ve handed Quinn your keys. “You boys hurry back, or else we’re starting without you.”

“They will, you know.” Dave huffs as the two men stride out of the restaurant. “They will leave us to watch.”

Quinn shrugs slightly, following Dave out through the hotel lobby. “I like to watch,” he admits with a small chuckle.

“I like to watch too, but I’d rather join.” Dave throws him a grin. “Much more satisfying than my hand.”

“I’m not saying I wouldn’t get impatient.” The younger man - taller, blonde, and blue-eyed - blushes slightly at the grin that’s directed his way. “But like I said. I follow orders when they’re given.”

“We’ll see how well you follow orders tonight then.” Dave promises, having several he wants to give the younger man as the two of them make their way out to the parking garage.

Quinn shivers a little, cock twitching with interest. “Yes sir.”

Dave makes his way over to his wife’s white GLA and pops the trunk before he grabs the small rolling bag from back. “There’s her car.” He tells Quinn as he closes the trunk and nods towards your sedan.

“I know.” A slight smirk crosses Quinn’s lips. “She leaves your office and comes right over to my apartment a couple of times a week.”

Dave ignores the slight pang of jealousy, instead he focuses on the fact that you are happy and having a fulfilling relationship. “No wonder she’s late a few times with coffee.” He chuckles.

“She loves working for you.” From the backseat of your car, he retrieves your small duffel bag before continuing down the line two more vehicles to open his own trunk. “Constantly says you’re the best boss she’s ever had. Now—" Quinn clears his throat a little, willing away the slight itch of envy. “Since she told me all that before I knew she was also sleeping with you, I’m going to assume you were good to her before any of that started.”

“I have tried to be good to her from the beginning, even before we brought her into our bed.” Dave assures the other man. “It was actually Carol’s choice. I was interested but I do not touch another without her full knowledge and permission. It’s just how we work.”

“She was like that when I knew her, too.” It’s not lost on him that both women have chosen both him and Dave at respective times. They must be alike in more ways than stature. “I—I’m glad she found someone who can keep up with her. Carol was always miles ahead of everybody else we knew. She had her eyes on the prize from the word go. I’m glad she’s gotten what she wanted.”

“I’ve done everything in my damn power to make sure she has what she wants.” Dave smirks. “Like I know you will with our other girl.”

“I have to admit I had a very different vision of how tonight would go.” From his trunk, Quinn produces the garment bag with his new suit waiting inside. It would more than do as a clean set of clothes for tomorrow. At least it was the weekend now and none of them had to worry about work in the morning.

“If you would rather spend the night with her alone…” Dave trails off, leaving the offer open to change the direction of the evening.

“No, that’s…” Quinn shakes his head. A few hours ago, having you alone was his only thought. “I was worried that whoever else she was seeing - obviously, she didn’t tell me who - was someone who would try to…” he huffs. “To take her from me. I’m not trying to sound like a caveman here, but that’s where my head was at.” His head ducks, a slightly apologetic motion, and he shrugs again. “I’m not worried anymore.”

Dave reaches over and squeezes the other man’s shoulder. “I get it. I have to admit I was slightly territorial about her as well. Not because of her being our property or anything like that, but I know we treat her like she deserves.” It’s an odd conversation to have with the man you are dating, but this is an unusual situation. “The fact that Carol spoke so highly of you when we got together changed my mind frame. I don’t have to threaten to break every bone in your body if you hurt her.”

“We should get back.” The fact that Dave is so protective of you is actually a relief to Quinn - seeing how much you’re cared for is doing more to relieve his anxieties than anything else. But with every bit of brain power that’s no longer taken up with concern, there’s more room to wonder what you and Carol are getting up to without them. “Before they lock us out.”

“Right.” Dave slips his phone out of his pocket and smirks when he sees the text Carol as sent him. He turns the phone around to show a key card between your breasts with the number 1202 written at the bottom of the screen.

Quinn groans, pulling his own phone out of his pocket to see if anything different was sent. The photo of you and Carol kissing next to the number on the suite’s door makes him moan out loud before he turns the screen toward Dave to show him.

“Fucking brats.” Dave huffs, striding towards the doors into the hotel so the two of them reach the elevator. “They will be naked up there if we don’t hurry.”

******

The sound of two sets of knuckles knocking on the suite door makes you giggle against Carol’s side. “I think they got our texts,” you laugh.

“You know David was cursing the entire elevator ride up.” Carol smirks as she leans over and kisses you again before she gets up to make her way to the door. “You might get your birthday spanking now.” She warns as she opens the door and bites her lip. “Hi daddy.” She coos teasingly, knowing Dave doesn’t care for the term at all.

“Which one of us is getting spanked?” You tease, laughing when Dave’s face is twisted up in that sour way that only a long meeting seems to do to him.

“Both of you.” He growls, pushing into the room and abandoning the luggage as soon as he gets clear to grab his wife’s waist. Instead of kissing her like he normally would have, he spins her around and pins her back against his chest and watches Quinn come in and basically drop the bags he has. “Kiss her.” Dave orders roughly.

His eyes dart to yours, checking in, to find you watching him with dark intent - breathing a little heavier than usual just like Carol is. “I don’t see how this is punishment,” Quinn quips before bending his head to press a hungry kiss to his former lover’s lips.

Dave smirks over at you, watching you practically drool at the sight of your boyfriend kissing your lover. “Oh, it’s punishment for one of them.” He tells the other man while his hands come up to squeezes both of his wife’s tits over the fabric of her dress.

You whine, leaning your hands on the back of the chair beside you and squeezing your thighs together like it has any prayer of relieving the now-constant ache in your core. “Why am I being punished?” You pout, watching the way Carol’s back arches to push her tits into Dave’s large hands.

“Don’t worry sweetheart.” Dave looks over at you with a smug smirk. “You’ll get to play in just a moment.”

Quinn swallows Carol’s whine, chuckling darkly at the sound before he drags himself away from her lips long enough to breathe before diving in again. His cock is already pressing against the seam of his pants and the most skin he’s seen is your gorgeous cleavage in that photo.

Dave lets go of Carol’s tits to unzip the back of her dress and he turns to you, crooking his finger at you. “Come here, sweetheart.” He orders you. There is no version of your relationship with Dave where you don’t follow his orders, and that easily includes this moment. You walk to him like a magnet, only stopping right in front of him to stroke the bare skin on Carol’s back. “Look at them.” Dave urges you, turning you around so that you can get a closer view of Quinn’s tongue tangling with Carol’s. His own lips trail across your shoulder until he bites down on the juncture of your shoulder and neck to make you moan. “Aren’t they sexy?”

“Mmm,” the sound your make is most accurately described as a desperate whimper as you hurry to agree with him. “Fu—fucking incredible,” you moan, clasping and unclasping your hands at your sides. You haven’t been given permission to touch yet and you don’t want to have it denied for longer than whatever Dave’s mood dictates.

Dave’s hands move to your own zipper, tugging it down and he pushes the dress down your arms. “What do you want birthday girl?” He coos, kissing your ear. “What do you want first? You want them to touch you? You want to play with Carol?”

Dave’s hands on you are hot and firm, holding you to him but not pressing or pushing. “Kiss me?” It’s such a small, simple request, but your eyes turn back to find him watching you intently. “Then I want you to kiss Quinn.”

Grunting in approval, Dave cups your cheek and presses his lips to yours, immediately sliding his tongue over the seam of your lips and pushing inside when you part them for him.

The room fills with indulgent moans, the wet sound of greedy kisses adding to the pornographic quality. Your hands are quick to push the jacket of his suit off his shoulders and tug at the knot in his tie, desperate to get a little bit closer to him after sitting at a desk outside his door all damn day.

Dave sees Carol starting to strip Quinn out of the corner of his eye, smirking slightly into your mouth because he knows just how good she is at getting a man out of his uniform. He drags your dress down and breaks away to moan at the sight of you in your lingerie while you rip the buttons of his shirt off in an attempt to get to him, making him chuckle darkly.

“I’m only making work for myself,” you remind him, knowing you’ll be the one bringing that shirt to his cleaner next week to have the buttons replaced.

Dave lets you work him down to his bare skin, stripped down and his cock is already thick and heavy as it bobs in the air. “Now you want me to kiss Quinn, right?” He asks you, turning to find the other man completely stripped down as well. Carol moves as if Dave has spoken to her, letting Dave step over to him.

Carol is at your side, arms wrapping around you as Dave takes her place in front of your boyfriend, and the sight of the two most attractive men you’ve ever known in real life standing naked beside each other makes you whine. “God yes,” you moan out, not realizing how desperate for that intimacy you were until it became possible. “Please, baby?”

There is a brief moment where Dave checks in silently with Quinn. Dark brown eyes peering into deep blue ones. When he’s found what he wants, Dave’s arm strikes out, quickly wrapping his hand around the back of Quinn’s neck and dragging the slightly taller man to him for a kiss, moaning when their lips touch.

Quinn’s body hums to life in an entirely different way under Dave’s attention, like a conduit of lust passing each partner’s eagerness between them. “Fuck,” you moan the word softly, leaning back in Carol’s soft arms while you watch the two men indulge in their moment together. “So fucking hot together, aren’t they gorgeous?”

Dave hums, enjoying the taste of Quinn. It’s been a while since he’s felt a connection with another man and there is something to be said for one that Carol and you both strongly approve of. He breaks off the kiss, smirking when Quinn’s lips chase his and he decides that he is going to shock you and show you something that you’ve probably never dreamed of seeing from Dave before.

The haze of lust in your mind if playing tricks on you already. It mustbe. Because there’s no way you’re really seeing Dave York sink to his knees in front of Quinn - your boss’s hands smoothing down your boyfriend’s hips and bringing him forward another step closer. Still in charge despite being the one in an otherwise submissive position. It must be the fog of fantasy overtaking the room already. Except that you know exactly the sound Quinn makes when his cock is in your mouth, and that’s the sound he’s making right now, with Dave on his knees in front of him.

Dave wraps his lips around the tip of Quinn’s cock, sucking on it lightly before he presses his tongue to the other man’s frenulum. Aware that now all three people in the room have sucked this particular cock makes his own dick jump in excitement. It might have been a while since Dave York has done this, but he pushes forward and takes Quinn as deep as he can on the first pass, moaning around him when the tip hits the back of his throat.

Quinn curses, thoroughly and filthily at the feeling of Dave’s throat around his tip - having to reach out one hand to steady himself against the wall while the fingers of his other hand sink into the thick hair of the man currently sucking his dick like it’s the end of the fucking world.

The way your whine has turned high pitched and needy, you’d think it was your clit that was being ministered to; and that magnet in your core brings you closer to the two men again to reach your boyfriend for a kiss.

Carol has no problem watching, thoroughly drenched at the sight of her husband on his knees. His right hand leaves Quinn’s hip, sliding down and wrapping around his own dick. Groaning in relief around the other man’s cock while he starts pumping himself as the same pace that his cheeks hallow and his throat closes.

“Uh-uh.” You can hear the difference in Dave’s moans, and you reluctantly pull away from Quinn to find him giving himself his own bit of relief. “No one’s getting themself off tonight,” you tell him certainly. “There is nothing I want to see more right now than you swallowing Quinn’s cum, so why don’t we all go to bed?” The king-sized frame will fit all four of you tangled together, and it will definitely fit Dave on his back with Quinn’s cock down his throat - with plenty of room for you and Carol to lick his own hard onearnestly in turn.

Dave pulls off of Quinn’s cock with another moan and reluctantly lets go of his own throbbing length. “You like the sight of that, pretty girl? Me sucking your boyfriend’s cock?” His voice is raspy, and he watches Quinn’s hips thrust forward towards his mouth, eager for the other man to take him back down his throat.

“Fuck yes I do,” you groan, already moving to herd everyone toward the back of the suite to the bedroom. “And I’m going to watch it while your wife and I lick you like a fucking lollipop.”

Dave gets to his feet and Quinn pulls him in for another desperate kiss, obviously turned on by how enthusiastic Dave had taken his cock down his throat. “I thought I was going to follow orders.” He huffs against the other man’s lips.

“You are. But I wanted to suck your cock, so you get your cock sucked.” Dave smacks his ass and grins. “Get into the bedroom so I can finish doing just that.”

“Best. Fucking. Birthday.” You grab Carol’s hand to follow, humming at exactly how drenched your cunt is from just the last few minutes. The fabric of the lace bodysuit you picked out for lingerie tonight is probably dissolving already.

“Doesn’t he look so good with a cock in his mouth?” Carol purrs, turning around and winking at Dave. “It’s so rare but fuck I love it. I swear I’m dripping.”

“Let’s see,” you grin at her before stroking your fingers over the fabric of her barely existent panties, groaning when you find them soaked through. “Gorgeous, you are a goddamn waterfall,” you promise her, licking some of her slick off of your fingers.

“Fuck, please tell me you two are going to play?” Quinn groans and Dave chuckles, knowing exactly how the man feels.

“Let’s see,” you climb on to the large bed, enjoying the fact that three sets of eyes are locked in you. “Dave sucks Quinn’s cock. Quinn eats Carol’s pussy. Carol eats my pussy. And I suck Dave’s cock?”

“No baby, you want to watch your boyfriend cum down my throat.” Dave shakes his head. “Watch this and then while we recover, you two can play until you cum.”

“Carol,” you reach out for her, welcoming the warmth of her in your arms when she climbs on to the bed to take your place. “Suck Dave’s cock for us, gorgeous. I want to watch both of our boys cum.” Your eyes float to Dave’s, seeking permission for this version of your idea - for as many people to get pleasure as possible while you watch. The anticipation will have you ready to burst by the time all three of them descend on you.

He would rather hold off. Fill one of you up like his own personal Twinkie rather than cum down his wife’s throat, but it’s also your birthday. So instead of denying your request, Dave nods and lays back on the bed, his head over the edge and he reaches out to pull Quinn back towards him eagerly. Dick twitching in anticipation when the other man wraps his hand around his cock to guide himself to his parted lips.

Fuck it’s like Christmas come early for Quinn. What he had assumed would be a stuffy, awkward dinner had ended up not only to be fun but has led to this moment of having his soul sucked out through his cock while you watch. Any thoughts of hesitation he might have had were thrown out the window the second he heard you moan at your boss kissing him, and everything since has been bliss. His hips stutter forward, eager for Dave’s mouth and he turns to smirk at you when he can pry his eyes open again - your eyes blown black with lust while you sit back in the arm chair in the corner of the room with one finger tracing aimlessly up and down the fabric of your lingerie over your drenched folds. “Fuck you’re perfect,” he growls, moaning at Dave’s equally perfect mouth.

“You say that to all the girls who invite you to foursomes,” you tease back, not believing for a second that he’s ever been in situation like this before. How many people in the world have?

Submission is definitely not Dave’s strong suit, he’s taken orders like a good little solider while he was in uniform, but in the bedroom, he preferred to be in charge. This, however, was the utter definition of bliss. The salty, musky taste of Quinn rests on his tastebuds along with a dribble of precum that slides along his tongue. And Carol, fuck, that woman is eager to show him how much she loves when he gives her this side of him. Her hot mouth wrapping around his own aching cock with an excitement that has him gasping and taking the other man further down his throat to where you can visibly see Quinn’s length bulge through the thin skin.

“Gorgeous as fucking sin,” you sigh out, your own fingers ghosting over your clit as you watch all three of your lovers in front of you. This moment is solidly out of character for you - taking charge and giving direction while you’re with Dave and Carol - but the whole night is so far beyond what you anticipated already. “What do you think boys? Whoever cums first gets to decide how everyone else is going to have me the first time?”

Dave moans, eyes closing, and he imagines exactly what how he wants you. You split open on his cock with your legs thrown over both of his while Carol’s tongue teases your clit and slides down to caress his cock as he watches Quinn bury himself in his wife.

“Do you have ideas, sir?” You coo at Dave, watching him twitch in Carol’s grip at the honorific.

Dave isn’t going to take his mouth off of Quinn, but he crooks his fingers at you and beckons you to the bed instead of a seat paces away from him.

“Jesus, fuck.” Quinn hisses, feeling like his cock is in a vacuum and wondering how the fuck he got so lucky to end up in this position when he fully anticipated being on his knees for the older man.

“Isn’t that such a fucking incredible tongue?” You know exactly the kind of bliss your boyfriend is in, from the dozens of memories you have of Dave’s head between your legs. Climbing on to the bed beside him, you duck your head to nip at your boss’s overheated skin before reaching to drag Quinn into a kiss.

“Fuck yes, it is.” Quinn grunts out. “No wonder you wouldn’t give this up. I wouldn’t either.”

Dave’s hand skims up your thigh and hooks under the soaked material of your body suit, fingers sliding through your slick folds until he can push two fingers inside you.

You practically wail at the feeling of Dave’s thick fingers stretching your tight cunt, holding on to Quinn’s strong frame for balance. “Why would I give up - Jesus Christ - any of you, baby?”

Carol smirks from her spot, hand wrapped around the base of her husband’s cock, and she pulls off of him with a slurp. “You don’t have to, baby.” Carol promises, rolling her tongue over the tip of Dave’s cock. “We would never make you choose.”

The rest of this conversation isn’t for now, and Dave’s fingers are moving too perfectly inside you to form intricate thoughts anyway. Instead you pour your senses into kissing Quinn, begging him to cum for you and for Dave.

His throat closes around Quinn and he hums, feeling the other man start to tense up. It’s not something that he is going to back away from so Dave presses deeper, taking him farther down his throat while the shaft starts to throb and after less than a second, he’s rewarded with the gratifying sensation of hot spurts of cum shooting down his throat while he moans happily.

The gorgeous sound of grunts and moans takes over the room - Quinn’s familiar growl of pleasure as he starts to cum, tumbling through to Dave grunting and moaning as his own release starts pumping down his wife’s eager throat.

Dave holds Quinn in his mouth until every drop of his release has been spent down his throat and his own cock is finally done throbbing. It’s always a little less than graceful when he pulls off of someone, but he doesn’t think anyone in that room gives a shit at that moment. Too busy trying to keep his fingers buried inside you and moving while he sits up and strokes Carol’s head.

As soon as he can do more than breathe, Quinn is dragging you fully into the bed between your other lovers, lowering his head to wrap his lips around one of your pebbles nipples, sucking on it through the sheer fabric of the body suit you’re still wearing.

Dave watches and pumps his fingers into your body, curling them up so that you whine and clench down around him. “You want my fingers or my tongue, sweetheart?” He demands, knowing that you will want to cum - you need to cum.

“Tongue,” the one word is all you manage at first, cradling Quinn’s head against your chest and accepting Carol’s shoulder for support while Dave’s fingers curl inside of you, making you cry out again. “Fuck, please.”

That is all you have to say. Dave makes a note to buy you another body suit because the crotch of the one you are wearing shredsunder his fingers and he drags your thigh over his head so your cunt is right in front of his face before he lunges up and replaces his fingers with his tongue.

“Oh my — FUCK!” If not for the two other sets of hands keeping you from falling forward, you would have completely lost your balance with the force of Dave’s attack on your core.

“Look at you, pretty girl,” Carol coos, kissing your shoulders while she holds you against her body. “Already wrecked and you haven’t even cum yet.”

Dave grips both of your hips with both hands and rocks you over his mouth while he plunges his tongue deep. Moaning into your cunt as you drip into his mouth. It’s like honey pouring out of you and his nose nudges your clit while he shakes his head back and forth and works you closer to the edge. Quinn bites down on your nipple and moves over to rip the lace of your body suit down so he had access to your bare skin. His other hand reaching for Carol.

The haze of pleasure overwhelms you easily - three sets of hands and three mouth and three tongues working to wring every ounce of sensation out of you until you’re a mewling, moaning wreck with only Dave’s name in your mouth as you approach your own orgasm.

Carol holds up your tits for Quinn to suckle on while his fingers dip beneath the edge of her own lingerie. He moves from one aching tip to the other to bite and suck on while Carols tongue tangles with yours.

Dave laps at you and twists his tongue inside you again while squeezing your ass and silently begging you to cum.

“God, baby, I’m—" the rest of the sentence evaporates into a sob of Dave’s name as you cum for him, moaning against Carol’s lips while she swallows your sounds of pleasure. Every single person in the rooms around you are going to know exactly who is in charge in this bedroom tonight.

He works you through it, tongue twisting and curling inside you while your thighs shake on either side of his head. Moaning in pleasure at how sweet you taste and how hard you cum for him. Dark eyes watching you and Carol kiss and Quinn’s lips wrapped around your nipple, wet tongue laving it.

“Fuck,” you groan with a throaty giggle, pecking Carol’s lips sweetly and rocking your hips away from Dave’s mouth before overstimulation hits. Quinn can’t be deterred from your bare skin, trailing his tongue across your breasts and licking a hot stripe to the column of your neck. “You’re all going to kill me and it’s going to be fucking amazing.”

Dave sits up and curls his hand around Carol’s neck to pull her to him so that he can share your taste with her. His tongue tangling with hers and he reaches down to rub his wife’s swollen little clit. “Yes, but we’ve neglected our girl over here.” He hums. “She’s the only one who hasn’t cum yet and she’s been such a good girl.”

Humming softly, your fingers trace down the fastenings of the corset Carol had under her dress and watch with dark eyes as the men strip away her soaked panties and nudge her thighs open to sink in the sight of her dripping cunt. “Who do you want to make you cum, gorgeous?” You ask her, punctuating each word with the undoing of a fastener.

“Quinn.” She gasps out, making Dave smirk.

“Oh, Quinn is going to fuck you sweet girl.” He murmurs against his wife’s lips. “He’s going to bury his cock inside you while you lick our birthday girl’s cunt while I’m buried inside her.” He looks over at you with a smirk to see how you feel about that. “You still want Quinn’s tongue? Maybe both him and our girl? French kissing your pretty little pussy together?”

A wanton little moan parts your lips and you’re already moving to let everyone change positions before you bend over to kiss Dave. “I fucking love the way your mind works, you know that?”

“You know I only want what’s best for my girls.” His eyes flicker over to Quinn with a smirk and he sends the other man a small wink. “And then once we’ve recovered again, I think our boy would like to be buried inside his girlfriend while I see if he’s as willing to be stretched out on my cock as I think he might be.”

Quinn’s answering moan is music to absolutely everyone’s ears, and his hand grips Carol’s hip eagerly. “Do…” he looks between her and Dave carefully. “Would you prefer I wear a condom?” He doesn’t want to - he hasn’t been with anyone but you since his last physical and you’ve only been with the people in this room - but the prepared soldier in him always has a condom or two stashed in his overnighter and he’ll respect the other couple’s request if they want him to wear one.

“I don’t wear a condom with either one of them and we are all clean.” Dave tells him, leaning down and pressing his lips to the other man’s. “Do you want to fill my wife up with your cum and then I’ll fill you up with mine?” He poses, voice deep and raspy.

The dirty smirk that crosses your lips when Quinn replies with an echo of your own “Yes, sir,” is accompanied by a pleased hum. “Who knew you were so obedient,” you tease, fully aware that he is always the dominant one in your bed.

Dave smirks at the way that Quinn flushes hotly and he reaches up to tap his cheek lightly. “He’s a good little soldier.” He coos softly and doesn’t miss the way Quinn’s hardening cock twitches.

You can’t help reaching down, wrapping your hand around your boyfriend’s rapidly growing cock and giving him a few long strokes. “Maybe I’ll have to get a little dress uniform for myself and see if you like coming home to some different orders than you get at work.”

Dave chuckles and lifts a brow at Carol. “They are venturing into role play now.” He tells her with amusement as he pushes her onto her back and stretches out beside her while both of them watch you stroke Quinn’s cock. His hand cups her breast and he clears his throat. “There’s a pussy right here that needs to be licked.” He reminds them, pulling one of Carol’s legs over his hip to spread her out for them like a veritable feast.

“You’re acting like I’m not considerate,” you pout at them, eyes glued to Carol’s soaked folds. “Making sure Quinn’s gorgeous cock is hard enough to fuck Carol as rough as she wants it.”

“I’m sure he will be rock hard by the time she cums all over both of you.” He pauses, “unless you don’t want to slide your tongue in her cunt.”

The challenge, as bare it as it exists, is taken very seriously. And in a split second you’re bent over Carol instead, lapping up every drop that her gorgeous pussy has to offer.

Quinn makes a choked noise and his cock twitches when he witnesses a view that Dave has had the pleasure of seeing several times. Dave turns to Carol, gasping out in pleasure and he kisses her cheek, cooing at her. “It’s so good isn’t it honey? That tongue of hers?” He smirks. “I wonder why Quinn hasn’t dove in to taste you again. You want to beg him baby?”

“Q…” Carol isn’t shy about a silly old nickname at this point, especially something as simple as calling by him by the first letter of his name, and giggles darkly when his eyes snap up from where they had been settled in watching you devour her cunt. “Too mesmerized, baby?”

“Fuck.” Quinn shakes his head as if to clear it and gives Carol a small smirk. “You know it baby, I’ve dreamed of this pussy since we’ve been apart.” He tells her before he dives in beside you, adding his tongue with yours.

“Yes!” She gasps out, tearing her mouth away from Dave’s and she lets out a high pitched whine of pleasure as she falls apart.

Watching Carol York cum is one of the most beautiful sights in this beautiful world, but watching Quinn lose his mind over it pushes it to a goddamn masterpiece in your eyes. He laps and slurps at her little hole with a quality of desperation that makes you absolutely certain that you can’t wait for all this to happen again.

Dave smirks as he watches the two of you lick her clean of every drop of her cum and his own cock is throbbing in anticipation of sinking into you and then your boyfriend.

When Carol collapses bonelessly back onto Dave’s chest again you offer her an amused grin and crawl up to her lips. “Anyone need water?” You ask, glancing around as everyone catches their breath.

“I would say we could all use a break before we continue.” Dave nods, kissing Carol’s head and gently shifting her to the bed so he can get up. There is also the little matter of retrieving the bottle of lube from the luggage they had.

“Thank you for tonight,” you murmur, catching up with Dave in the main area of the suite where there is a small stack of glasses by the kitchenette sink.

“Sweetheart, you should know that Carol and I would do anything for you.” Dave tells you honestly, reaching out and brushing your hair back to tuck behind your ear. “We love you.”

“I love you both, too.” That had been a feeling to grapple with, when you realized how deeply connected you felt not only to your boss but to his wife as well. It had caused a small-scale personal crisis in your part a few weeks ago when you realized you were starting to have very real feelings for Quinn as well.

“Listen.” Dave leans in and nudges his nose against yours. “We don’t ever want to get in the way of what you are building with Quinn.” Once he had realized he could trust the other man with you, the late night conversations he had with Carol became very real. “If it ever becomes an issue…let us know.”

“Honestly?” You nod back through the doorway to the other room where Quinn and Carol are curled up on the bed together. “I don’t see any version of this going forward where the four of us together won’t become a regular occurrence.” And that is, you are happy to realize, exactly what you want.

“That’s good, sweetheart.” He can’t help but he relieved and despite what Carol might say, she will be relieved as well. He kisses you tenderly before he pulls away. “Let’s get them watered because I want to make you cum on my cock before I fuck your boyfriend.”

You hum, grabbing four glasses of water off the counter. “You’re a fucking angel of a man, Dave York.”

He cocks an eyebrow at you as he reaches into the front pocket of the luggage and pulls out a bottle of lube that is always packed. “Oh? Why is that?”

Chuckling lightly, you go up on your toes to kiss him. “Because that cock is heaven on earth, of course.”

“Hmm.” He’s pleased with that answer and smacks your ass lightly before he takes two of the glasses from you to bring back to the bedroom.

“Did you miss us?” The moment you appear in the doorway two heads perk up - two of your lovers having curled in on each other while waiting for your return.

“Never even knew you were gone.” Carol teases, making Dave huff playfully. “Fine.” He jokes, coming over and handing his wife a glass of water as she sits up. “The birthday girl and I will go fuck in the other room.”

“You wouldn’t abandon us,” Quinn grins as you lean down to kiss him and takes his own water glass out of your hand.

“Damn.” Dave pouts at Carol. “You’ve been spilling secrets about me again.”

“That you’re not the grumpiest man on the planet?” His wife presses a kiss to his cheek. “I’m afraid they already knew that, my love.”

He huffs and wrinkles his nose in distaste. “You’d be amazed what a dead eyed stare can do as far as intimidation.”

“It’s too late,” you shake your head, reaching over to stroke your thumb along Dave’s jaw. “Everyone here knows how you sound when you cum. We’re no longer afraid. Only very, very horny.”

“Well fuck.” Dave smirks and swipes his fingers through your folds to make you gasp. “I guess I will just have to make it my mission to fuck everyone in this room boneless.”

Quinn’s groan is the most pronounced, and Carol giggles when Dave’s hand swipes through your folds again. “Don’t be a tease,” you pout, making Carol snicker.

“Drink your water like a good girl and I’ll seat you on my cock.” Dave tells you, smirking at the way that Quinn looks hungry to touch all three of you. “I want you to get it nice and creamy for when I make Quinn squeal in pleasure while he’s balls deep in Carol’s pussy.”

Plenty of ideas and positions have been floated between the four of you tonight and every one of them have sounded amazing, so you’re more than happy to turn control over to Dave. Letting him give the orders is always, always a good idea. “I’m nothing if not a very good girl,” you purr, emptying your glass.

Dave smirks and he reaches over to smack Quinn on the ass. “So what we are going do is spread this beautiful girl out over my thighs and impale that perfect little cunt on my cock.” He turns to Carol and leans in to kiss her. “You, my love, are going to try to keep your tongue moving on her little clit while your former, or is it current? Lover slides his cock deep in your pussy and fucks you full of him.” He wraps his own hand around his cock and starts pumping it slowly. “After our birthday girl has cum as many times as she wants on this…I’m going to let both of you see the man you’ve both fucked, get fucked by a man you’ve both fucked.” He finishes with a dark chuckle.

“I’ll be shocked if we don’t get a noise complaint,” you grin, crawling over to let Dave manhandle you how ever he damn well pleases. “And it’s going to be so damn worth it.”

“Oh yes it will be.” Dave promises, wrapping his large hands around your thighs and lifting you up onto his lap while he spreads his legs wide. Your thighs go over his, spreading you wide so that Carol and Quinn have a perfect view of your cunt as it rubs against his hard dick. His lips trail down your neck. “Impale yourself whenever you want, pretty girl.” He coos and nips at your earlobe while he fills his hands with your tits.

“As if it’s even a question,” you huff with a smirk. There have definitely been afternoons at work where you’ve done your clerical duties with your skirt up around your waist and Dave’s cock buried deep in your cunt. Lifting your hips, you waste no time in lowering yourself on to the hard length twitching in your hand, moaning deeply at how he stretches you even with as wet as you are.

“Fuck baby.” Dave’s eyes flutter and his hands grip your breasts tighter. “You feel incredible around me.” He throws his chin on your shoulder to look down and see the lips of your cunt stretching out around him. “How does she look?” He asks them with a small smirk.

“Like I want to split her open on both of us,” Quinn admits with a groan, even as two of his fingers massage Carol’s swollen clit.

Dave chuckles and rolls his hips up and bounces you on his cock. “We will have to talk about that sometime.” He groans, having no intention of letting this go. This will happen again, he will make sure of it.

“Next time.” The younger man agrees, chuckling when you mewl at both that promise and at Dave’s next thrust.

Carol eagerly crawls between your legs and shakes her ass at Quinn. “Come on lover, it’s been a long time since I felt you inside me.” She coos, looking over her shoulder at him.

Quinn’s hand strikes out, leaving a red palm print standing out on Carol’s ass for him to admire with a quirk of his lips before he nudges her knees further apart. “I want to see you licking that gorgeous cunt while I’m fucking you,” he reminds her, wasting no time before pressing his cock into her in one long, smooth stroke.

Dave twitches violently inside you at the sight of Quinn sliding inside of Carol and her moan of pleasure before she latches on to your clit like it’s the last thing that she will ever do. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuck.” Quinn groans, eyes rolling back in his head while he grinds his hips deep and pushes her forward into your cunt.

“Oh my - fuck, Carol, just like that.” Your head tips back to rest on Dave’s shoulders when you cry his wife’s name.

Dave literally uses his upper body strength to pull you up and down his cock while he watches the scene in front of him. “Good girl, baby.” He coos. “Suck her clit and make her cum on my dick.”

Carol whimpers, her eyes turned up to find Dave’s gaze on her while Quinn plows relentlessly into her from behind, grunting and cursing his own pleasure as he finds a steady pace.

“Is it as good as you remember?” He asks, smirking down at his wife and moaning when you squeeze your walls around him. “Y-yes!” She cries and Dave loves how she can barely get the word out from the vigorous pace that Quinn is fucking her. “S-so go-od.”

“Two best fucking cocks in the world,” you gasp out, mewling when Dave’s cock hits that perfect, electric spot inside you.

“Damn right.” He growls, concentrating on that spot again to make sure you gasp out in pleasure again.

“And Carol’s sweet - oh god - fucking pussy.” The three people in this bed with you are not only the best fucks you’ve ever had but also are the closest to your heart, making every one of Quinn’s frantic strokes, every harsh flick of Carol’s tongue, and every powerful thrust of Dave’s cock inside you that much more intense.

“Give in and cum baby.” Dave growls into your ear, kissing down your throat. “Cum.”

“Y-yes s— oh god - sir.” You don’t need much encouragement beyond the drag of his cock in and out of your walls to bring you right to the edge, but the combination of what’s going on in front of you and Carol’s breathy moans vibrating through your pussy have you shaking and wailing out your orgasm just a few thrusts later.

Dave growls, ramping up his thrusts to fuck you through it and he knows that you are going to whine and soak him again before he stops. Keeping a tight rein on his own desires so he can making you cum again and then move on to the next part of his plan.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” every punishing thrust prolongs your orgasm until it somehow triggers a second right as the first ends, something only Dave has ever been able to pull out of you with his perfect cock that makes you feel overfull and yet still beg for more all at once. “Dave!”

Only now that you’ve squeezed his cock for a second time does he stop moving inside you, panting against your skin and his cock throbs in your walls. “What do you want now, Princess?” He murmurs, kissing your neck. “Fuck you until I cum, or fuck your pretty little boyfriend over there?”

“Want you to fuck Quinn,” you admit, hazy and sated words coming out almost slurred. “But not until Carol cums.”

Dave hums in approval, kissing your skin and he nibbles on your earlobe. “You want your boyfriend’s dick in you while I fuck him? Feel him react to my thrusts?”

“God yes.” The sight of him is already amazing - his eyes screwed closed and mouth hanging slightly open as he fucks Carol with abandon - you can’t even imagine what he’ll look or sound like with Dave’s thick cock buried in his ass. “And I want our gorgeous girl to ride my face.”

Carol moans, lifting her head and nodding eagerly. “Yes, fuck yes.” She pants out. The sheets are twisting in her fingers and she’s moaning like she’s about to cum, a sound Dave knows well.

Dragging yourself out of Dave’s lap, you flatten yourself to the sheets and suck one of Carol’s pert, aching nipples into your mouth, using your hand to massage and pinch the other. The other woman was one of the lucky few who could cum from nipple play alone, and you know it’s an extra jolt of pleasure to push her over the edge.

There is nothing better than watching when his two girls enjoy themselves, and he has to admit to himself that both of you are his. Dave can cum from watching the three of you together, but he acknowledges that here is a very real and raw side of him that wants Quinn too. Beneath the possessiveness and the ego, there isattraction to the blonde man. Reminding him of the type of man that he has always drifted towards, the opposite of him in appearance. He makes sure the lube is nearby when he shuffles over and runs a hand down Quinn’s back, feeling the skin quake under his palm and he leans in and kisses his shoulder blade, the man’s ass pushing against his wet and aching cock as his hips keep moving. “Do you need me to stretch you out first?” He asks, not wanting to assume that the other man was ready to take him already.

Whatever else Quinn is right now - insatiable, primarily - he is not naïve. He’s not the kind of man who will pretend that bottoming without preparation is somehow manlier or that all pain is sexy. Of course, there’s an element of pain mixed with pleasure that he loves, but that is definitely different than what Dave is asking. Besides - from a purely practical point of view - Dave is a lot thicker than he’s used to taking. His head turns to find the other man’s hungry gaze hasn’t left him. “Stretch me while I make your wife cum,” he purrs with a throaty chuckle.

Dave nods, agreeing with him and grabs the back of Quinn’s neck while he leans in and presses his lips to his hungrily for a moment before he pulls away, smirking when the other man murmurs a small protest. “Relax for me.” He whispers, hand sliding down his back and pulling back to smack his ass roughly.

“You hear that, gorgeous?” Under Carol’s squirming body, your fingers find her swollen nub, rubbing circles on it when that familiar nearly-there moan tears out of her. “Our boys are going to play, too. You wanna squeeze your ex-boyfriend’s cock in that gorgeous pussy of yours and double his pleasure?” Picking up the pace of your fingers, you listen to Carol keen and nip at her tits again. “Cum for us, baby.”

Dave has lubed up his fingers and just worked one thick digit into Quinn when he hears Carol’s cry of pleasure. That whimpering, whining cry that tells the entire world that her body is shaking in pleasure and Quinn’s hole tenses around his finger while a shudder of pleasure rips through the other man with his own loud moan joining hers. “Still perfect, isn’t it?” He hums, knowing exactly what he is feeling as his wife soaks the other man’s cock.

“Un-fucking-believable.” Quinn groans, stroking one hand down Carol’s sweat-slick back as her body calms below him. He’s fairly certain only one cunt in the world has ever felt better as it clamps down on his length, and it’s the one he’s about to slip into.

Carol rocks forward and pulls herself off of Quinn’s cock to collapse forward and to the side on the bed in a satisfied heap and her hand reaches out to stroke your arm. “Your turn, love.” She pants out.

“My mouth is yours whenever you’re ready for it.” Leaning over, the way you kiss her is slow and indulgent, letting her overstimulated body float on the sensations of pleasure before you shift away again.

Dave keeps his fingers moving, pumping into Quinn and adding and second one for him to get used to while stroking the other man’s back and watch as you slide up under him on the bed.

It says something about the way you feel toward Quinn that waking up beside him two days ago was far, far too long to go without him. Both of your busy schedules and demanding jobs prevent the kind of every-day time together you’re starting to prefer, and feeling his weight press down on you is like coming home again. “You glad you came to dinner, baby?” You tease, grinning when he moans softly at another deep press of Dave’s fingers inside him.

“F-fuck yes.” He closes his eyes and his mouth drops open when Dave scissors his fingers inside of him and presses them against his prostate to make Quinn give a high pitched whine of his name.

“God,” you groan right along with him, slipping into place with your legs open wide for him to settle between. “I thought you looked good with a toy in your ass…fuck you’re so sexy, baby.”

Quinn is shaking, arms trembling as he holds himself up over you and lines up with your entrance. Sinking into you with muffled moan that is pressed against your lips and shuttling his hips forward harshly so that he is buried inside you all at once.

For a long minute, the only movement between the three of you is from Dave - the way he rocks into Quinn being the thing that pushes him forward to fill you impossibly fuller. The feeling of being locked under both of your male lovers, though, is an exquisite kind of pressure. Never too much but wonderfully overwhelming in how safe something so adventurous actually feels.

Dave pulls his fingers out of Quinn and reaches for the lube again. Coating himself liberally in the slick substance to make it easier for the other man to take him. Hand on his hip, he caresses his skin while he pushes against the puckered hole that is fluttering with the blunt tip of his cock before he feels him start to give and let him in.

Carol’s fingers lace through yours, lips finding yours in the intimacy of the moment between Quinn and Dave, as neither of you want to diminish the fact that this moment is for them.

“Look.” Dave demands, his eyes on the two of you. “Look at your lover.” His honeyed words are tight, much like the walls around his cock as he presses forward with as much gentleness as he can possibly muster. While there is always a place for rougher sex, it’s not at this moment. “Watch how beautiful he looks.”

Quinn’s usual tendency toward mouthiness would have had him teasing Dave under any order circumstances. Tonight, though, each of the older man’s orders would be followed without hesitation. Instead of a cheeky protest about the definition of beauty, he has you and Carol gazing up at him so sweetly that he almost chokes on the way his heart leaps in his throat.

When his hips are flush, Dave leans over, grasping Quinn’s chin and turning his head so that he can press his lips to his. It’s a combination of gentleness and passion, his tongue flirting with his even as his cock twitches as it’s buried inside the other man’s body.

“Come here, love,” you tug slightly at Carol’s hand, the motion as well as your words asking her to be a part of this moment. Whatever is happening, as a result of all four of you sharing each other’s bodies, it now feels like infinitely more than sex.

Carol goes easily, always eager to touch you and she cups your face and places a tender kiss on your lips. “I bet you never imagined this.” She teases against your mouth, watching Quinn and Dave out of the corner of her eye.

“I definitely did,” your breath hitches on a whine when Quinn starts to move inside you again, thrusting shallowly in time with Dave. “I just didn’t think it would actually happen.”

She tuts and sends Dave a smirk over Quinn’s shoulder. “He and I share excellent taste in men and women.” She purrs, reaching down and her nimble fingers find your clit and brush against Quinn’s cock as he thrusts in and out of you. “Give it some time and you’ll even see David letting Quinn fuck him.” She predicts, circling your clit slowly.

“Y-yes, fuck yes.” Quinn pants out a rough groan at the idea that makes you and Carol grin.

“I think he’s looking forward to that,” you chuckle.

Dave groans at the way that Quinn tightens around him and he leans back. “You want to fuck me, pretty boy?” He coos softly, drawing back so that he can thrust back into the other man slowly.

Quinn’s throaty, cocky chuckle is drunk with lust as much as everything else. “You want me to fuck you,” he tells Dave with certainty. “Your twitching cock told me so.”

“I never said I didn’t.” Dave tells him with absolute certainty. “I think it’s only fair” He thrust into the other man again, hard enough to make Quinn moan. “If everyone gets to fuck everyone, don’t you?”

“And more fu—fuck - fun.” The younger of the two men claws at the sheets with one grasping hand, the other grips your hip tightly and is sure to leave a bruise. “When everyone can be sore together.”

Dave chuckles, low and dark while he starts grinding his hips into Quinn. “Yeah, it will be.” He leans over and bites his flexing shoulder. “Make our girl cum.” He orders him.

Your eyes float open again, moving from the determined set of Dave’s jaw to the dark haze in Quinn’s eyes, then to Carol’s plush curves. “My pretty boy always makes me cum.” Which isn’t to say that Dave and Carol aren’t also experts, but goddamn if Quinn’s cock doesn’t feel like it hits all the right places every single time.

“Hmmmm.” Quinn manages to get a cocky look on his face and winks at you. “Of course I do baby.” He shifts and re-braces his weight while letting Dave’s thrusts push him deeper inside you. “Fuck.”

From passionate and even sweet, Dave’s tempo ramps up again in intensity, taking Quinn and you with it. His hips thrusting harder against Quinn’s ass and fucking you deeper into the mattress with every stroke. With Carol’s quick fingers rolling your clit between their tips, you’re crying out and babbling praise for each and every one of them in the uphill slope toward another orgasm.

Carol is enjoying herself, not even caring that her own pleasure is not being manifested in a physical way. Watching her lovers in the throes of passion with Quinn is something that she is enjoying. She had often imagined David and Q together when she was first dating the older man and now, ten years later, her dream was coming true. And you- fuck you are a dream, being fucked into by Quinn’s long and thick cock while he takes David. The way pleasure washes over your face is just what she is going to remember about this moment.

“Fuck, baby, so - fuck —“ the waves bowel over you without mercy, every roll of Dave’s and Quinn’s hips hitting that mark of ecstasy over and over leaving you babbling. “Gonna —” only a few words are important now anyway. “— cum, fuck, Quinn!”

Quinn groans, grunts, and grinds his teeth while you clench down around him and positively soak him with the hot rush of your cum. “Jesus— fuck—” He hisses, struggling to move inside you while you have a vice-like grip on his cock.

Carol’s hand slips further down between you, cupping Quinn’s balls and already feeling him jump against her fingers. “So good,” She croons, trailing open mouth kisses along his neck and shoulders. “Our girl feels so good around you, doesn’t she, Q? Fill her tight little cunt up with your cum and show her how good she feels.”

His head hangs down between his shoulder blades and all he can do is feel. The tightness of your cunt around his cock and the thick length that is pressing incessantly against his prostate over and over with every sharp snap of Dave’s hips. “Oh fuck, yes.” He chokes out, his back bowing slightly and collapses on top of you to trap Carol’s hand between your bodies. “S-shit baby.”

“Come on, baby,” looking up past Quinn’s damp blonde hair, your gaze finds Dave’s eyes boring down into the two of you below him. “You’ve been waiting all night to cum in that beautiful ass.”

Dave growls and gives another harsh thrust. “Not- fuck- not until he cums.” Dave huffs, determined to make sure that everyone has cum before he lets go again. His grip on Quinn’s hip tightens and he knows the other man will wear his bruises tomorrow. “Cum.” He spits out.

Quinn’s body follows the command before his mind can catch up, seizing above you while only his cock throbs, spilling rope after endless rope of his seed deep into your still-fluttering hole.

He loves that feeling. The tight pressure of that ring of muscles nearly squeezing his dick off and he can feel the throbbing of Quinn’s cock from inside his ass. It only takes another two thrusts before Dave is giving in, grinding his hips against Quinn and gasping out in pleasure while he fills him. Pumping spurts of cum deep into him while his eyes roll back in pleasure.

On her knees, Carol is beside Dave again faster than a heartbeat, smoothing his damp hair from his eyes and laying gentle kisses on his lips between panting breaths. You’ve always loved the utterly devoted way they love each other, having nothing but tender caresses for each other after something so passionate and hungry. Your arms are around Quinn in turn, cradling him against your chest and listening to both of your ragged breaths form an unexpected rhythm.

Dave reaches out and caresses his wife’s cheek. “I love you baby.” He murmurs against her lips, even as he keeps rubbing Quinn’s hip, soothing where he had gripped him so roughly. He is gentle as he pulls away, taking great pains to keep his softening cock from hurting the other man as he leaves him. Dick dripping with drops of cum he shuffles off the bed and disappears into the attached bathroom to clean up. Water running and the splashing of it is heard before he comes back with several warm, wet washcloths. Dave York takes aftercare very seriously.

“You good, baby?” Curled into Quinn’s side, you press soft kisses to his jaw and mouth while Dave is in the bathroom. Whatever he was expecting from tonight, you’re certain it wasn’t this.

He huffs out a long breath and shakes his head. “Y-yeah, I’m- this- this was amazing.” He turns and nuzzles his nose against your cheek and kissing it. “How are you?”

You giggle softly, roping one arm around him to keep him close. “Best birthday ever.”

Carol smiles when Dave comes back with the clothes, knowing that her husband will insist on cleaning everyone up. He’s focused like that. Always wanting to make sure that everyone is good. His hands are gentle, and he hums in approval when Quinn doesn’t even flinch when he moves over to him with the warm cloth.

“Come lay down,” you ask quietly, putting out one hand to Dave after he’s reappeared from the bathroom for a second time. You’ve learned never to insist in his presence in bed until after everyone is cleaned up and taken care of again.

Dave lets himself be pulled down onto the bed, curling his body around Carol even as his hand stays in yours. “Did you enjoy your birthday, sweetheart?” He asks quietly, nuzzling into Carols neck.

“Beyond my wildest dreams,” you grin at him lazily. The hand he is holding now bears the weight of that stunning Cartier bracelet. “You all spoiled me rotten.”

“You deserve it.” Carol insists, leaning in and kissing you softly. “You deserve the world.” Her eyes flutter over to Quinn and she gives him a sweet smile. “And I believe our dear Quinn will help give you that.”

“No pressure,” you roll your eyes at him good-naturedly and laugh. You genuinely love to spend time with him and the last few weeks have been brimming with unspoken feelings in your part, but you don’t want him to feel he has to commit to more just because of tonight. Even if this happened again, which you know all four of you would enjoy immensely, you don’t want him to feel like he has to move faster within your relationship just to make it happen.

Carol tuts and shakes her head, well aware of words that Quinn had admitted while it was the two of them curled around one another. “For the next part of our gift to you….” She pauses and reaches out to caress Quinn’s face. “We are going to say goodnight and take ourselves to the other bedroom and let you have this one.”

“What?” You frown at her heavily, confusion marring your brow. “We’re not all cramming in together?” It had surprised you that you had been looking forward to it a little, although admittedly Dave and Carol’s gigantic bed at home would fit four of you far better.

Dave shakes his head and gives you a small smirk. “No, sweetheart. Although you can either come to crawl into bed with us in the morning or we can come wake you up in a special way.” If his wife is changing the general plan to all sleep in the same bed, she must have a good reason for it, and the quick squeeze of his thigh tells him that is exactly right.

You pout but nod, not willing to wrench their alone time away from them when they’ve already given you such a beautiful night. And besides. That means you can tangle up in Quinn while you sleep, and that has never been a bad thing. “Good night, then,” you acquiesce with a sigh. “Thank you for an amazing night.”

Carol doesn’t move until she gives you another kiss, firm on your lips, then she turns and gives Quinn one as well. Moving so that Dave can lean over and kiss Quinn briefly before he leans down and nuzzles his nose against yours softly before he kisses you just as sweetly. “Happy birthday, love.” He whispers. smiling against your lips. “We will see you in the morning.”

“Good night,” you murmur again to them both, and smile when Quinn repeats it softly.

Dave follows Carol out of the room, not bothering to pick up clothes as they leave, and he closes the door behind him. “Okay, honey.” He walks over to collect their bag and roll it into the second bedroom on the opposite side of the living room. “I have a feeling you are going to tell me what that was about.” He murmurs as he shuts the lights off for the living room and follows her into the room.

Carol - sweet, gentle, hopeless romantic, Carol - grins at her husband as she climbs into the neatly made second bed. “I didn’t want us to get in the way of his other birthday surprise,” she hums, smiling even more broadly.

Dave lifts his brow and sets the bag off to the side and immediately follows Carol into the bed and gathers her into his arms. Needing the contact of her body and softness under his hands. “What’s that?”

Nestling deep into his arms, she can’t help but be a little dreamy about it all. “He was going to take her back to his place after dinner for a bubble bath and mood music to tell her he loves her,” she murmurs quietly, as though the walls have ears. “I didn’t want them to lose out on all of that.”

“Hmmm.” Dave’s just a different type of romantic but that doesn’t mean his own heart doesn’t clench at the idea that you are being loved and cherished. His fingers stroke over her back and he leans in to press his lips to her hair. “Good. We don’t need to be there for that. That’s a very private moment. Like when I told you I loved you the first time.”

“Baby, we were eating ice cream. We hadn’t just had a foursome,” she giggles a little against his chest.

“I know.” Dave huffs, hugging her a little tighter to him. “I love you more now.” He murmurs softly. “Love you more every day.”

“I love you, too,” the way the words still warm her through from head to toe and light up her eyes is proof enough. Their little affirmation making her heart beat double time. “More every day.”

******

Quinn groans, sore but in the best kind of way as he rolls over and pulls you into his arms. “I hope you enjoyed your birthday, baby.”

“I hope you enjoyed my birthday, too.” You grin at him, nudging his chin with your nose.

He huffs and his arms come around you. “That’s what I get for trying to be sweet.” He rolls his eyes playfully. “I’m going to go sleep with Dave and Carol. They won’t tease.” He makes no move to leave, holding you closer than before.

“Yes, they will,” you grin, flattening your hand against his chest again to keep him right where he is. “Because they’re also softies. Everyone I love is equal parts dangerous and lovey-dovey.”

“Is that a bad thing?” Quinn asks with a cocky grin. “It means that no matter what, you have someone willing to bloody their fists to protect you. And I feel like Dave is good at hiding bodies.”

“It’s not bad at all,” you admit, leaning in to nudge his nose with yours. “Just makes me feel like maybe I should take up kickboxing or something so I can hold my own.”

“We can teach you.” Quinn volunteers immediately, only slightly smirking at the idea of sparring with Dave. It was guaranteed to get the blood pumping and the surge of adrenaline always makes him horny.

“Oh yeah?” Smirking right back at him, you roll your hips down on his lap a little, feeling him twitch under you. “You like the idea of teaching me to fight?”

“Yeah.” Quinn’s smirk turns into a grin. “Winner fucks the loser.”

“What if I just lose on purpose so you’ll fuck me?” You’re too competitive for that and he knows it, but it does sound like fun.

He snickers, sliding his hand down and smacking your ass. “Spankings for people who lose on purpose just to get fucked. Or they get double teamed until they can’t move. Or both.”

“You’re really not doing a goddamn thing to deter me here, pretty boy.” Using Dave’s little nickname for him makes your smirk grow even further.

Quinn chuckles and shakes his head. “Who says I want to deter you?” He asks, slapping your ass again. “Maybe I want to spank you and then double team you with Dave?”

You shiver, entire body quaking with anticipation at the thought of it. “Soon please?”

“We will discuss it tomorrow.” Quinn promises you with a grin, cock twitching at the idea. “I’m sure it will be something he will be just as interested in.”

“And I’m going to take plenty of pictures when you switch places and fuck Carol.” There’s no power in the universe that can stop you from making it good for her, too, and you know she’ll love to have some new additions to her homemade porn collection.

“I am a good solider.” Quinn mugs shamelessly. “I will obey lawful orders eagerly.”

“I know exactly how eager you are,” you remind him, grinding down on his length again. You hadn’t meant for another round to happen, but you both seem to be headed in that direction.

“I can’t help that,” He moans softly and guides your hips as you roll them. “Do you know how fucking hot it was, watching you take Dave?” He asks breathlessly.

Your throaty chuckle meets his own sound of encouragement, and you press a kiss to his lips. “Almost as fucking hot as it was to watch you take him?”

“That man can fuck.” Quinn groans, cock twitching again, and he moves his hand between you to push his cock down so it is sliding between your folds. “And suck.”

Your own soft moan comes from low in your belly, pulled out of you but the feeling of him growing stiffer between your folds. “I’m very glad you enjoyed it, baby. Because it was a gorgeous fucking sight to see.”

“I’m sure you want to see more.” He teases. “Like me on my knees for him, cock in my mouth.”

“I only want to see whatever is going to make you happy to do,” you tell him diplomatically, even though you’re sure he can feel how wet you just got with that visual being fed to you. “Just like I’m sure you’ll want to see the next time Carol has Dave cum inside her and then lets it drip out all over my tits for her to lick up.”

“Jesus Christ.” Quinn’s hips buck up and he grinds his cock against you. “Do you three just think of the most depraved, hottest things on the fucking planet and just act them out?”

“Um…” you shrug a little, not holding back a small moan at how good he feels under you. “I mean…yeah. That’s kind of the fun of it.”

“Fuck.” He moans, pulling your hips forward to where your entrance catches on the tip of his dick. “I’m going to cry if I don’t get invited back to their bed.” He teases.

“I don’t think Dave gets on his knees for just anybody, baby.” Holding your hips still, your whole body hovers precariously over his length. “It’s too bad you can’t come by during office hours. Dave’s done entire conference calls with me on his cock.”

“Shit.” He hisses and rolls his eyes in pleasure at the idea. “I know you were a good girl for him and kept quiet.”

“I’m very well behaved when the occasion calls for it.” You nod seriously. Not that anyone who had just heard you cry or your lovers’ names in ecstasy would believe that at all.

“Mmhmm.” Quinn grins as he hears a moan come from the other room in the suite. “I bet you wanted to sound like that, though.”

“You know I’m never quiet unless I have to be.” Which wasn’t necessarily infrequent with Quinn, as the two of you tended to get impatient and would just push each other into a dark corner for ‘privacy.’

“Baby.” He moans, desperate to feel you around him. “Ride me.” He begs, fingers digging into your hip. “Want to make love to you.”

Humming softly, you bow your head to press your lips to his while slowly lowering your hips, sinking down onto his waiting cock. “All you had to do was ask,” you murmur, moaning when your ass is flush with his hips and he’s fully inside you.

He moans against your lips and his large hands squeeze your ass while he twitches inside you. “Fuck you feel so good.” He breathes out against your lips. “I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you, too, baby.” Rocking gently in his lap, guided by his hands, it doesn’t matter than he was inside you a mere half hour ago - you still feel like you’re being stretched full of him for the first time. “God you’re so fucking big…This perfect, thick cock fills me so well.”

He hums in approval, loving how tight you are around him. It doesn’t matter that his isn’t the only cock you enjoy having inside you. He’s not small minded like that, rather he lifts his hips and leans in to kiss down your chest. “Whenever you want baby.” He promises between kisses to your salty skin.

“Every day,” you sigh out with certainty, loving the way neither of you can never seem to get enough. In that haze of newness and excitement, there’s a foundation of honest passion.

The pace might have been frantic with Dave and Carol, gorging on the experience and trying to taste everything before the feast was taken away, but this was different. He keeps your hips slowly rolling while you lift and sink back down on his cock. Drawing it out while he scatters kisses along your shoulders and ducking his head down to wrap his lips around one of your nipple to softly suck.

The only urgency here is the need to be close to each other, slow and steady tempo just deep enough to keep your breathing ragged but never enough to steal it away. Everything about this shared moment speaks to a deeper kind of connection - lovemaking in a very real sense.

Quinn moves his hands to your back, bringing his mouth back up to your pulse while you keep moving over you. “So good baby. Perfect.” He moans softly.

“Love you.” Sighs and moans fill the room, floating through the air while you cling to him. With your head tucked in to Quinn’s neck, carrying the taste of his sweat away on your tongue, every one of your senses is full of him.

“I love you too.” His drawl is a little more pronounced while he gets closer to cumming. Panting out your name every time you take him back inside you deep and he nudges your back wall.

“Cum with me, baby,” you pant into his skin, fingertips playing at the apex of your thighs where your clit aches every time he splits you open again. “Want to feel you with me.”

He moans, loving how you always want him to cum with you. You tell him that it adds to your pleasure, loving when he fills you up. “God yes.” He whines, starting to thrust up into you as he loses control.

The explosion that washes over both of you has you clinging to each other - desperately trying to burrow as deeply into each other as possible while you quake through a mutual orgasm.

There is something amazing about falling over the edge with you. He tries to catch his breath, feeling like he has run fifteen mile hump with full Kevlar and his lips continuously move over your sweat slicked skin. “I love you.” He parts out, arms tightening around you as if he is never going to let you go. He won’t, not unless you want him to. “Happy birthday beautiful.”

“Yours is next, my love,” you hum it against his lips - the promise of another night like this. Of countless nights like this. Of the four of you together. “And I have it in good authority that this foursome of ours can make any birthday wish come true.”