Miles accepts the Spit roast with Janice

Janice: I decide who goes where. She holds his gaze. Everything else is on the table.

Miles looks at her. Then at Jake. Then back at her.

He steps inside and closes the door behind him.

Janice gets up from the bed and crosses the room to him. She reaches up and undoes his tie, drops it on the chair. Unbuttons his shirt and pushes it off his shoulders. Undoes his belt, unzips his trousers, and pushes everything down in one motion. She wraps her hand around his cock and strokes once, looking up at him with dark eyes.

Janice: Let's catch you up.

She drops to her knees.

She takes him in her mouth immediately, one hand at the base, working him with the focused attention he remembers from earlier in the night. He puts a hand in her hair and she lets him.

Jake moves off the bed and positions himself behind her. He puts his mouth on her from behind.

She makes a muffled sound around Miles's cock, her hips pushing back instinctively.

She pulls back from Miles.

Janice: don't stop.

She takes Miles back in her mouth, deeper this time. Jake straightens up behind her, positions himself, and pushes inside her slowly. She moans around Miles's cock at the entry, the sound vibrating through him.

Janice pulls back just enough.

Janice: oh god.

Jake starts moving, his hands on her hips, an upright doggy position that rocks her forward onto Miles with each thrust. She uses the momentum, taking Miles deeper with every push.

Jake: He exhales. you feel incredible.

Janice: She pulls back briefly. shut up and keep going.

She takes Miles back in her mouth.

They stay like this for several minutes, Jake setting the rhythm, Janice riding it, Miles watching her from above with his hand in her hair. She comes once, shuddering hard, without stopping what she is doing to Miles.

Miles: switch.

Jake pulls out. Miles moves behind her and Jake takes his place in front. She takes Jake in her mouth without hesitation.

Miles pushes inside her from behind and she moans around Jake's cock. He grips her hips and starts moving, harder than Jake's pace, and she pushes back against him matching every thrust.

He brings his hand down on her ass, sharp and clean.

She pulls back from Jake.

Janice: oh fuck.

Jake: He looks down at her. you good?

Janice: She looks up at him, pupils blown wide. do not stop.

She takes him back in her mouth. Miles spanks her again and she moans louder, the sound muffled.

Miles pulls out.

He lines himself up differently. She feels the change in position and starts to turn.

Janice: wait what are you—

He pushes into her ass in one slow deliberate stroke.

She pulls off Jake completely.

Janice: She gasps. Miles. We said—

Miles does not stop moving.

Miles: a lot of things are happening tonight that weren't agreed upon.

She opens her mouth. Closes it. Her head drops forward.

She says it through her teeth.

Janice: oh my god.

He grips her hips and keeps moving, slow and deep. She stops resisting. Her breathing changes entirely.

Without pulling out he slides his hands under her, lifts her up, and repositions her in reverse cowgirl on his lap, her back against his chest, continuing in her ass. She grabs his thighs behind her, her head dropping back against his shoulder.

Jake watches from the bed with an expression of open appreciation. He stands.

Jake: He looks between them. I suppose that means that's the hole I'm going in.

Janice: She turns her head sharply. Jake don't you dare—

Jake positions himself in front of her and pushes inside her slowly.

Janice: oh. Oh fuck. Oh my—

The sound she makes is somewhere between protest and something that is definitely not protest. Miles feels Jake moving through the thin wall between them, the sensation extraordinary.

The timing is awkward at first, both of them finding their rhythm, Janice caught between them adjusting to the fullness of both at once.

Janice: She breathes it out slowly. okay. Give me a second.

They give her a second.

She rolls her hips experimentally.

Janice: She exhales hard. okay. Okay..go slow first....

They find a rhythm. Slow at first then building, Miles from below and Jake from the front, Janice between them completely surrounded. She grips Jake's shoulders, her nails digging in, her head thrown back against Miles's shoulder.

Janice: oh god. Oh my god. Both of you. Don't stop. Don't you dare stop.

Jake: He exhales hard. you feel unbelievable right now.

Miles: He tightens his grip on her hips. eyes open Janice.

Her head comes up. She looks at Jake with dark unfocused eyes.

Janice: I can't. She says it breathlessly. I literally cannot.

She comes hard, her whole body shaking between them, clenching around both of them simultaneously. The sound she makes fills the room.

Janice: She goes still. She breathes for a moment. okay. Stop. Stop. I need a break.

They both pull out.

She slides off Miles's lap onto the bed, sits back on her heels, and looks between them. Her hair completely undone, her makeup gone, looking more herself than she ever does in public.

She reaches out and takes both of them in her hands.

She strokes Miles slowly then leans forward and takes Jake in her mouth. Pulls back. Takes Miles in her mouth. Pulls back. Alternating between them, a hand working whoever her mouth is not on, her eyes moving between them with an expression of complete satisfaction.

Jake: He exhales. where has this Janice been all year.

She pulls back from him.

Janice: She looks up. she was always here. She goes back to work. you just never asked nicely enough.

After several minutes Jake reaches down and pulls her up.

Jake: get on top.

She straddles him, sinking down onto his cock with a slow exhale. She starts to move.

Miles moves behind her. He pushes her forward gently, lines himself up with her ass, and enters her slowly from behind in a doggy angle over Jake.

She grips Jake's shoulders.

Janice: oh fuck. Again.

The position is better this time. The angle allows them both to move freely, finding a rhythm almost immediately. Janice is caught between them again, her forehead dropping to Jake's shoulder, completely undone.

Jake looks at Miles over Janice's shoulder.

Jake: good call man.

The pace builds. Harder and faster, the bed loud beneath them, Janice between them making sounds she will probably think about for a long time. Miles grips her hair and pulls gently and she arches back between them.

Janice: She says it in fragments between breaths. oh god. Yes. Don't. Stop. Please. Don't. Stop.

She comes again, harder than before, her entire body shaking, clenching around both of them simultaneously.

Jake: He exhales sharply. I'm close.

Miles: same.

Janice slides off both of them and gets on her knees in front of them. She takes one in each hand and strokes, looking up between them with dark eyes.

Janice: come on then. Both of you.

Jake goes first, then Miles a few seconds behind, both of them coming across her face simultaneously. She takes it with her eyes open, her hands still working until both of them are completely spent.

She sits back on her heels.

She looks up at both of them.

She laughs, genuine and unguarded, and reaches for the tissues on the nightstand.

Janice: Remember, this never happened.