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The phone rings once before Tommy picks it up. "Hi, baby," she says, voice nervous and tight. "Are you still okay?"

"I'm absolutely fine, darling," he assures her. "I'm on a flight right now, headed home."

There's a soft breathy noise, Tommy exhaling, stress flooding from her. "I'm so glad," she murmurs. "I was sure you'd be fine."

They both know she's lying, but they also both know it's not going to help to discuss it right now. Instead, they talk gently about nothing at all until he has to board his flight. By the time he hangs up, she's sounding much better; Nick's heart is a mix of relief that she's all right, and a tight ache of need, the desire to be with her again as soon as possible. It may be the first time in his life he's been homesick. He tries to sleep through the flights, basically trying to kill the hours until he's home. He tries to read a trashy novel he purchased in an airport shop, but it doesn't hold his interest, and finally he's reduced to staring out the window and counting minutes to the landing.

Because his flight is arriving very late, Nick manages to convince Tommy to stay home; he'll catch a taxi to get back, so she can get some rest. It's no effort picking up his single piece of luggage at the baggage area, and he catches a cab fairly quickly. He tunes out the friendly drone of the cab driver, instead watching the street roll by outside the cab. A light misty rain is falling, making the street lights and neon signs into perfect little rainbows. By the time he arrives at the hotel, Nick is feeling much more himself, having been able to transition his brain from work to home. The lobby is almost empty, the bellhops, seeing he has nothing to carry, ignore him; without a heavy tip, they have no reason to socialize with him. He catches the elevator up to the suite, yawning, and slides the keycard through the door slot, swinging it open with his foot.

The suite is dark, the lights out, but the glow and shimmer of candlelight plays along the walls. He freezes, awed; in the main room, there's an ornately set table, a beautiful white tablecloth draped over it, the silverware and crystal glass glowing from the candles in the center. It's set for two, an expensive bottle of red wine resting in ice, the warm smell of baked bread and roasted meat hitting his brain at the same time as his eyes take in Tommy.

She's seated across from an empty chair, saved for him. She's a vision, the yellow-gold of the candles highlighting her blonde hair, which frames her wide blue eyes and her slim pink lips. She's wearing a tight white dress, off her shoulders, a jet black ribbon around her throat. A single red rose is tucked into her headband, her smile is demure and sensual. He feels his throat tighten, and he's unable to breath for a few seconds, drinking her in.

"Hello, love," she purrs, motioning to his side of the table. "I thought a late dinner would be nice, since you probably didn't have much more than cocktail peanuts to eat on the flight."

"It's amazing," he chokes out. "YOU'RE amazing."

Tommy smiles even wider, tapping his side of the table insistently. "You haven't seen anything yet." He drops his bag on the floor and pulls the seat out, sliding into the chair and scooting it forward. As soon as he's seated, she picks up the bottle, pouring him a tall glass of wine. Deftly, almost as if she's practiced, she removes the top from the two silver trays, showing him an elegant French onion soup and a freshly baked loaf of bread. He's opening his mouth to tell her how much he appreciates the gesture, when he feels hands run along his thighs under the table. The shock must be clearly visible on his face, because Tommy giggles and pours herself a glass as well. "I wasn't the only one who missed you," she explains, as someone under the table unbuckles him, sliding his zipper down, warm strong fingers gripping his shaft as it hardens.

He groans, his grip on the wine glass tightening. A wet tongue flicks across his balls, loaded with almost a week of frustration and tension. He looks down, pulling the tablecloth up enough to see Pet's face peeking out from under his cock, her expression impish. "Hello, Sir," she whispers, then pulls the head of his cock into her mouth, slurping loudly as she begins to blow him. An involuntary groan escapes his lips, and he looks across to Tommy, who has leaned back in her chair, flushed and aroused.

"He's ready," she calls out, and he hears the bedroom door open, watching in amazement as Sarah comes down the hall, dressed only in a red corset and long red boots. Her pussy is glistening wet, her stride confident as she walks in. Without speaking, she picks the food up off the table, covering it and placing it off to the side, clearing the tabletop. Tommy stands, smoothing wrinkles out of her top, and he realizes she's not wearing anything below the waist. Her cock is already stiff as a board, reddened by what must be Pet's lipstick. Pre-cum is beading up on her tip; Sarah sidles up behind her, wrapping Tommy in her arms.

"So, stud," Sarah breathes, her hands running down over Tommy's stomach to begin stroking her. "Any idea which of us you'd like for dinner first?"

Pet goes deep on him, and he shudders, then looks to his girlfriend. "Come here," Nick groans, patting the tabletop in front of him. Sarah immediately slides her hands around to heft Tommy up onto the table so her legs are straddling Nick's head, her cock pointed straight at him. He takes her in his mouth, his breath on her belly and his sucking both working to cause her to shudder as well. Sarah moves around the table, pulling one of the living room chairs over; she sits back on it, spreading her legs, one foot on Tommy's thigh, the other behind Nick's seat. It makes her cunt splay open wide, the wetness and redness signalling her desire. Sarah's fingers slip down into her body, sawing in, her thumb rubbing her clit. He can feel Pet's sucking picking up speed, sending shocks of pleasure up his spine; Nick's tongue curls around Tommy, and he can taste her saltiness as her orgasm approaches rapidly. Pet's hand is tugging at him; she's making a small happy gurgling noise, working to get him off as fast as possible. The combination of her oral work and Tommy's hands grabbing at his hair, her sweet little grunting as she loses herself in him, are all too much, and the two of them explode at the same time, Nick gasping out, Tommy's cock spasming, some of her seed spilling out of his mouth onto the white tablecloth.

Sarah snaps her fingers. "Show us, Pet," she orders, and through the post-orgasmic haze he feels Pet slide out from under the table, totally naked aside from a red lace neckband and a small black vibe inserted into her slit. Her body is slick with sweat; she scurries over to kneel in front of Sarah, opening her mouth wide and sticking out her tongue to show she's swallowed every drop of Nick's cum. Tommy gets to her feet, slightly wobbly, moving to Nick, pushing him back in his chair as she turns her back to him, leaning forward over the table to push her willing ass toward him. Sarah pours some of the red wine across her pussy, shivering at the cold, and Pet takes the hint, shuffling forward to lower her mouth down to her lover's lower lips. As Pet begins licking and sucking at Sarah's crotch, Sarah picks up a small remote, flicking a button to turn on the vibe inside Pet's tightness.

"Such a good girl," he hears Sarah groan as Pet's tongue and fingers work into her. He leans forward, spreading Tommy's bottom, flicking his tongue along her backside, lubing her ass with his spit. She makes the little whimper he's come to know so well, and he rises up behind her, spitting in his palm to lube himself before placing his cockhead at the pucker of her ass. She doesn't hesitate, pushing back against him, accepting him into her ass, grinding back until he's all the way inside her, his balls slapping against hers as he begins to fuck her. Beside them, Sarah's eyes are locked on Pet, the buzzing of the vibe mixing with the sighs and moans of the four lovers, echoing off the walls. Sarah's hand clutches into Pet's hair, her knuckles white as she fucks herself with Pet's hungry tongue.

"Please, Nicky, please," Tommy moans, then loses the ability to form sentences as he picks up speed. He thrusts into her as hard and fast as he can, fucking her wantonly, pounding her, grunting like an animal, feeling her push back to meet him, accepting him. Tommy's tight little bottom is covered in sweat now, their bodies slick, slipping skin to skin as they fuck. Nick's dimly aware the buzzing has stopped, and he glances over to see Sarah and Pet have fallen to the floor, their faces in each others' crotches; he can see Sarah's fingers thrusting deep into both Pet's pussy and her ass at the same time. Right about the moment he hears Pet ask permission to cum, he feels Tommy's ass clench, and she squeals, shooting her load onto the tablecloth as he pumps his own load into her, falling forward onto her back, pinning her down as he fucks her through his orgasm. With a cry of pure joy, she cums again, trickling white sticky fluids to puddle below her. Sarah groans quietly as Pet screams, both of them convulsing, grabbing at each other and smothering each other with kisses as they reach their climax, too.