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Ted was underneath her desk, on his knees with his mouth on her, his tongue flat and long and hard, his fingers curling just so, when he heard the door creak open and Keeley’s voice rang out, 'Morning Rebecca!'
His eyes flicked up to meet hers, his actions halting for half a second before realising she’d made no effort to push him away, her legs spreading that much wider, opening herself to him, so he resumed his actions, his tongue laving over her, listening to the sounds of Keeley's shoes on the ground growing closer until he could tell she was just at the other side of the desk.
'God Rebecca, you're looking flushed today, you'd almost think you had Ted under the table there with you-'
And Ted grinned into her, pushing his fingers into her again, curling exactly where she wanted it, feeling as she became wetter by the second. That was- unexpected- but Ted certainly wasn't complaining.
But Rebecca just flushed, apparently unable to speak.
Keeley's jaw dropped, 'Is Ted-' her eyes flicking down to the desk, as if wishing she could see through it.
There was a palpable tension in the room, Rebecca lost in the sensation of Ted's tongue, his fingers, sucking her clit into his mouth as she held Keeley's gaze, watching as Keeley bit her lip, holding it between her teeth.
But Keeley realised that Rebecca hadn't told her to leave, yet. And it didn't seem like Ted was stopping anytime soon, based on the flush that was creeping up Rebecca's throat.
'I don't know how to ask this, respectfully,' Keeley started, her breath in her throat, 'but could I join him?'
Rebecca's eyes flicked down to meet Ted's, a silent question in her glance, and a statement, 'I want this if you want this.'
Ted leaned his head on her thigh, 'Well there's nothing I love more than some teamwork,' he said, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh, saying it just loud enough for Keeley to hear, the confirmation that he was, in fact, on his knees between her legs, made unbidden images rise to her imagination, his head buried between Rebecca's legs and- well the rest she would probably see in a moment.
As Ted stood from under the desk, an obvious bulge in his khakis, Keeley returned to the door and locked it, 'Unless you were hoping someone else would come in?'
'I think this will do us, for now,' Rebecca replied, finally able to speak again. Ted pulled her to her feet, pressing a lingering kiss to her temple before they walked towards the couch, Ted smiling at the nervous excitement that was boiling just under the surface of Rebecca's skin.
They'd discussed it before, not particularly in terms of Keeley, the beautiful woman who sat on the other side of Rebecca, but in general. Conversations about what they wanted, things they'd never asked for before, fantasies they'd never given voice to.
'I assume you're here for Rebecca?' Ted asked, wanting to know the dynamic before they started, wanting to establish where the boundaries lay.
But her answer surprised him, a gentle blush, a, 'not necessarily,' that was more demure than anything he'd heard Keeley say before. A response that made him cock an eyebrow.
Ted's hand was already hot on Rebecca's thigh, pushing her skirt up and allowing his fingers to trail over the soft skin. 'But where did my manners go, I don’t like to start something without finishing,' he mumbled, his mouth open and hot against Rebecca's jaw, his fingers finding her soaked, flicking over her clit, bringing her back up to where she'd been when Keeley had first walked in.
In giving more access to Ted, Rebecca turned her face towards Keeley, her gaze dropping to the woman's lips, and Keeley was there immediately, her lips pressed against Rebecca's insistently, her tongue flicking past the seam of her lips. Keeley cupped Rebecca's face in her hands, humming into her mouth, the slick feel of Rebecca's tongue on hers something that she'd been wondering about since they'd first met.
Somehow, Rebecca wasn't quite as intimidating anymore, grinding down on Ted's hand, her mouth parted and her breath spilling over Keeley, an expletive rolling off her tongue easily.
Rebecca was almost overwhelmed, more roving hands than she could keep track of, the way Ted could build her up so quickly, the feel of his fingers flexing inside her, his tongue hot on her throat, his teeth grazing over the shell of her ear, the way Keeley kissed her, sweet and needy and soft, her hand resting on her chest, stroking over her collarbone and making Rebecca shiver.
She was almost getting used to the sensation when Keeley shifted, sliding to the ground and sitting back on her heels between Rebecca's thighs, her hand sliding over Ted's forearm to get his attention, making eye contact with him as he pulled his attention away from Rebecca, and he removed his fingers from Rebecca's cunt. Ted and Rebecca both watched as Keeley tightened her grip on Ted's hand and brought his fingers to her lips, making Ted take the final step and press his fingers into her mouth where she sucked sinfully around them, her tongue tasting Rebecca on his hand, listening as Ted moaned, a low sound in the back of his throat.
She let him pull his fingers back when they were cleaned, Ted's pupils were blown wide with desire as he turned and captured Rebecca's lips, his hand on her neck, pulling her towards him with desperation, his mouth open and filthy against hers. Keeley settled on her knees, pushing Rebecca's thighs apart, letting her hands trail over the long legs that she'd been obsessed with since they met. She left soft kisses against her skin, trailing up until her nose was buried in soft curls.
'Oh fuck, Rebecca, you're so wet,' she said, slightly muffled.
Ted let out a brief chuckle, 'That might be my fault,' thinking about how long he'd already spent teasing her, building her up only to pull away, loving the frustration, the line that appeared on her forehead when he did it.
He felt Rebecca gasp against his lips when Keeley first put her mouth to her, and he grinned, pulling back slightly so he could watch the expression on her face, so he could glance down and see Keeley's head buried between Rebecca's legs. He squeezed the bulge in his pants, trying to take away some of the pressure to no avail. He wasn’t sure he'd ever been this turned on in his life.
He started to undo the buttons on Rebecca's shirt, one by one, taking his time. Rebecca's head dropped back against the couch, completely disarmed with the sensation of Keeley's tongue, somehow more focused, but more gentle than Ted's was, her tongue circling her clit once, twice, three times before giving her a long lick, trying to not let any of Rebecca's slick stain the couch, which was already a lost cause. Keeley hummed into her cunt, the vibrations causing Rebecca's hips to cant off the couch, until Ted made a clicking sound with his tongue, securing his arm around her waist.
He pulled her head gently towards him so he could meet her gaze, 'okay?' he asked softly, to which she responded with a kiss, chaste compared to everything else that was happening.
Keeley watched the exchange, breath caught in her throat at the tenderness, the trust between them. She watched as Ted finally finished slipping off Rebecca's shirt, dropping it onto the couch next to them, before reaching and pulling off her bra as well.
Keeley already knew this, but her breasts were beautiful, her nipples already pebbled, Ted's mouth quick to latch onto one and suck gently, his hands wandering over Rebecca's bare skin.
'God, you're beautiful,' Ted whispered.
'Even more beautiful in person,' Keeley winked, wishing that she hadn't had her nails done lately so she could sink her fingers into Rebecca's cunt.
Ted grinned, his face bemused, 'ooh I feel like there's a story there,' but Keeley had redoubled her efforts, sucking at Rebecca's clit, her hand moving to cup Rebecca's breast in her palm, leaving her no space to hide as she built her up.
Rebecca was so close, with Keeley's tongue doing unspeakable things, Ted's hands leaving burning trails over her skin, his mouth wrapped around her nipple, 'come on, let go,' he whispered, and she did.
She came crashing down, her hips bucking against Keeley's face, a cascade of obscene words leaving her mouth until Ted silenced her with a kiss, 'Hon, you've gotta stay quiet.' The aftershocks lasted for longer than they ever had, her body sweaty and almost sticking to the couch, lost in the sensations, lost in the feeling of Ted's tongue in her mouth, of Keeley's long nails running up and down her legs.
Ted and Keeley shared a glance when Rebecca calmed, a look of disbelief on Keeley’s face, a smiling, ‘I know, right?’ on Ted’s face. He’d never quite done anything like this apart from maybe a few frantic fumblings in college, but he loved having someone to share this with, to share Rebecca with.
Keeley stood up, leaning over Rebecca and pressing a lingering kiss to her lips, where Rebecca could faintly taste herself, both smiling into the kiss, lipstick smudged between them. Keeley knew exactly where she stood with Rebecca, the woman who wantonly kissed her, who looked at her through half-lidded eyes, her hands cupping her face, thumbs smoothing over Keeley’s cheekbones. She could feel Ted watching them, smiling softly in the way only Ted did.
Keeley stood back to her feet, straightening up, and started to strip, enjoying the way both their gazes raked over her body with each inch of new skin. When she dropped her blouse to the ground, Ted stood, pulling off his sweater and shirt in tandem. Following suit, Rebecca pushed her rucked-up skirt to the floor, kicking it off to the side, glad that Ted had rid her of her panties before Keeley had even walked in. They were probably still in his pocket somewhere.
Ted couldn’t help but be surprised when Keeley reached for him, a considerable height difference between them, her hands wandering over his chest and belly, scraping through the hair she found there.
‘Not quite like those footballers you hang out with,’ he smiled sheepishly, watching her eyes rove over him as she stepped towards him, her nail flicking over his nipple and causing him to hiss.
‘I don’t think I mind that.’ And he was right, she couldn’t remember the last time she was with someone who wasn’t a footballer, and she found herself wanting to step into his embrace and be held by him.
‘Keeley?’ he asked, ‘can I kiss you?’ and she smiled, because of course, sweet Ted would ask that when they were in the middle of a threesome when she’d just pulled an earth-shaking orgasm out of his girlfriend, when she could see his cock straining against his khakis, something that any other man she’d been with - maybe with the exception of Roy - would have been complaining about by now.
‘Yes Ted,’ she smiled, ‘you can,’ and he cupped her face sweetly, her arms wrapping around him, getting that embrace that she wanted, pressing herself against him, the feel of his chest hair, his soft belly, a new sensation for her. But he pressed his lips to hers, letting her take control and deepen it, one hand slipping into her hair, the other on her back, slipping under the clasp of her bra and holding her to him as if she was something precious.
He could taste Rebecca on her tongue, and he moaned at the knowledge that Rebecca was watching this exchange. He felt a loss when Keeley pulled back slightly, ‘take it off,’ she whispered against his lips, before kissing him deeply again, her tongue tracing the roof of his mouth, her hands skimming across his broad back. She found she quite liked the bristle of Ted’s moustache against her lips, something she’d never really thought about before, but now she couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel pressed against other places.
He did as she asked, undoing the clasp deftly, pushing her bra from her shoulders and holding her close to him. He’d never really thought about kissing Keeley before, but he found he quite liked it, how easily she was wrapped up in him, her touch energetic where Rebecca was languid, he found he couldn’t quite relax with Keeley in his arms, the way he could with Rebecca, and he smiled as she bit into his lower lip.
His hands were on her sides, thumbs just brushing the curve of her breasts, and Keeley couldn’t remember the last time someone had taken her bra off and not immediately raced to touch her, but Ted seemed quite content to take it slowly, humming into her mouth, his eyes flicking over to Rebecca, who was touching herself while watching them, her fingers dipping into the heat between her legs as she watched Keeley’s tongue press to Ted’s jaw.
Ted took his time, leaning back to trace his hands over her, making her feel seen in a way that probably should have made her uncomfortable, but Ted slipped to his knees and pressed open-mouthed kisses to her stretch-marks, her cellulite, her scars, one by one tracing them with his tongue as if they were the most beautiful parts of her. And she believed him, for the time being. No one had ever done that for her, more likely to point them out so they could photoshop them away, rather than kiss her skin like he was in awe of her. She let him trace her insecurities for as long as she could manage before tears started to well in her eyes and she tugged him up to her mouth, pressing a kiss to his lips, trying to infuse it with love and thanks.
Rebecca watched the interaction with a smile on her face, remembering the first time Ted had done that for her, the way she’d been unable to bear it at all. But it was beautiful, the reverent way he looked at them, the people he loved. The way he tried to make people see themselves the way he saw them. She watched as Keeley’s kiss of thanks deepened, as his hips flexed forward towards hers, and she smiled, her fingers sinking inside of herself once more as she bit back a moan.
‘Take off his pants,’ Rebecca said, her commanding tone startling Keeley slightly who had fully sunk into Ted’s warm embrace. Keeley glanced over at Rebecca, who was wearing a softer expression than her words would indicate.
Ted pulled back slightly, cupping her face again, his gaze somehow piercing and soft at the same time. ‘Only if you want to,’ he said simply.
Honestly, she’d expected him to be more of a talker, but he made his words count where he needed to, checking in with them both, reminding them how stunning they were, how lucky he was.
She immediately pulled on his belt, unbuckling it and pulling it from the loops, as he pressed a kiss to her temple while she stripped his pants off him, shucking them down to his ankles and leaving him to step out of them.
Rebecca stood then, and Keeley found herself feeling comfortably surrounded, and incredibly short. Rebecca’s arms wrapped around her from behind, one hand palming her breast, the other trailing down her stomach, pushing her pants off her hips quickly and letting Keeley step out of them before cupping her cunt in her hand, and there was no way that she wouldn’t be able to feel how wet this had made her. ‘Oh fuck, Rebecca,’ Keeley said. She was trapped between the two of them as Ted leant over to kiss Rebecca. There was something special about their relationship that she’d known, but hadn’t really felt until today, the love and the trust that simmered at the surface, as if everything had already been talked about, and maybe it had, but there was some kind of unspoken language between them as Rebecca pulled back slightly.
‘Take those off and go lay down,’ Rebecca said, reaching around and slapping his ass lightly, and Keeley should have known that she would be the one to take charge.
But her breath caught in her throat when Ted pulled away and Rebecca’s manicured fingers pressed against her, exactly where she needed it, and she keened into her hand. The atmosphere in the room was heady, like Keeley could float away and rely on these two to keep her grounded, keep her safe. ‘Do you want to ride his face?’ Rebecca asked, pressing her fingers into Keeley as she spoke, ‘I promise he’s good,’ her lips grazed the shell of her ear, but Keeley could barely focus on anything but the flex of Rebecca’s fingers inside her.
‘Yes,’ she gasped, as Rebecca bit gently on her earlobe, smoothing it over with her tongue to take away the sting.
Ted, as promised, was lying back on the couch, watching them with desire clear in his expression, in no rush at all to hurry this up and enjoying the view of Rebecca slowly fucking Keeley with her fingers, Keeley dwarfed in Rebecca’s arms. Keeley ran her hands up and down Rebecca’s arms as she leaned into her touch, the flex of muscle tantalising.
But Rebecca soon pulled her hands away, putting her fingers to Keeley’s lips, pressing them inside, both women looking at Ted as he bit his lip, his voice low as Keeley sucked lightly, ‘You’re both going to be the death of me,’ as he squeezed his cock through his boxers, trying to take the edge off.
Rebecca smiled lightly, her expression saying, ‘soon. I’ll take care of you soon.’ But she helped Keeley settle on his face, straddling him with her thighs, his hands instantly settling on her hips.
‘You take what you want, sweetheart,’ he drawled as she lowered herself to his tongue, his hands stroking over her skin, leaving his tongue flat and hard so she could grind herself against him. She was glad for his steadying hold, because Rebecca was right, he knew exactly what he was doing.
Keeley watched with bated breath as Rebecca stripped off Ted’s boxers, pulling them down and off his ankles, depositing them on the floor where the rest of their clothes were now spread out. His cock was hard against his stomach, precum beading at the tip and she left out an, ‘oh fuck, Ted,’ as he sucked hard on her clit, hands kneading her ass as she rode his face.
Ted wasn’t prepared for the sensation of Rebecca’s hand gripping his cock, jerking it a few times before straddling his hips, and sinking down onto him, and he moaned into Keeley’s cunt, the vibrations making her hips stutter. He imagined they were kissing, because neither of them were talking anymore, but Keeley’s thighs were pressed around his ears and he was simply being used, Rebecca’s hands on his stomach to remind him that she was the one controlling the movements, Keeley setting her own pace in the movement of her hips, just needing Ted’s tongue to meet her in the right spot.
He loved doing this, hearing the small gasps, feeling Keeley get wetter against his tongue, Rebecca’s nails sink into his skin slightly in pleasure, just letting them use him for their own pleasure. It was hard, not to buck up into Rebecca, to meet her thrusts, but she rode him slowly, deeply, and maybe it’s because she knew that he’d been waiting for too long already but she took it slow so he didn't come before she even started.
Keeley settled into a rhythm against Ted’s tongue, gradually building herself up, her eyes on Rebecca as she settled into something slower. They came together, hands on each other's skin, lips meeting and parting, trading touches and kisses, Keeley’s hand between Rebecca’s legs, exactly where she needed it.
It didn’t take long for Keeley to start gasping against Rebecca’s lips, as Ted found exactly the way to make her come undone, and repeated the action for as long as she needed, until he felt her thighs clench around him, her nails dig into his wrists as she held on for dear life. But he didn’t stop, as Rebecca knew he wouldn’t, smiling against Keeley’s lips.
He held her there, his usually gentle hands keeping her in place, sucking at her clit as she gasped, she was so sensitive, still at the peak of an orgasm when he started to try in earnest for a second, flicking his tongue exactly where she needed it, fucking her with his tongue steadily, somehow everywhere she needed him to be.
Rebecca grinned as she watched Ted pull Keeley apart at the seams, a keening sound in the back of Keeley’s throat that Rebecca swallowed with a searing kiss. ‘Can you come again?’ Rebecca asked, and Keeley looked at her wide-eyed before nodding wildly.
‘I’m gonna-’ and Ted felt it as she lost control for the second time, until he was supporting her entire weight with his hands on her hips. He gently lapped at her, trying not to overstimulate her again, but to let her come down from that high. It was a few moments before Keeley could stop her legs from shaking for long enough to climb off his face, and she looked at him in awe when she did, pressing a short kiss to his lips in thanks, his face covered in her slick that he didn’t bother to wipe away.
She collapsed onto the couch behind his head, and watched as Rebecca leaned forward, licking into his mouth, groaning at the taste of Keeley, watching as Ted’s hands moved to Rebecca’s ass with the change in angle, and he started fucking her in earnest as she buried her head in the crook of his neck. He slipped a hand between them, and Keeley watched as Ted’s breathing got laboured, as he tried desperately to hold on, but she heard Rebecca’s gentle words, her fingers carding through his hair, a soft kiss pressed to his shoulder, ‘it’s okay Ted,’ and he came with a low moan of her name, and a shudder, his hips stuttering.
It was moments like that where Keeley could see the time and love and respect between them, the understanding that he needed her words to be able to let go, the safety he felt in her.
‘Are you close?’ he asked, and she nodded, pressing a kiss to the skin of his shoulder, and he sped up the movements of his fingers, pulling back to watch her expression as he carried her over that edge, and Keeley almost felt like she was intruding on a moment as Rebecca gasped into his mouth, until Ted’s hand reached back, entwining their fingers as a point of contact between them while he kissed Rebecca. It was a few moments before he pulled out of her, but he squeezed Keeley’s hand, leaning his head back to make eye contact with her.
‘Would you mind grabbing the tissues- from her desk?’ he asked, with a bashful smile.
‘Oh! Yes,’ Keeley said, having been thoroughly distracted by watching them, but she stood on legs that had finally stopped shaking. She handed the box to Rebecca when she returned, who had climbed off Ted’s lap, and they both sat side by side on the couch, Ted pulling his boxers back on, grabbing glasses of water for them all before settling between them, pulling Keeley into his side and pressing a kiss to her hair.
‘Was that good?’ he asked, and she snorted in response.
Rebecca finished cleaning herself up and settled against Ted’s other side. With any other man it would look like he was a wanker, with two women against him like he was - well like he was Rupert in his ownership photo in the hallway just downstairs. But with Ted, these were two women he cared deeply about, who trusted him, who just wanted to curl up in his lap after that scene.
‘That was perfect,’ Keeley said simply, ‘sorry, I’m still a bit blissed out by your boyfriend, Rebecca,’ she grinned.
‘I do think we shouldn’t use the office again,’ Rebecca smiled easily, ‘there’s only so many times I can replace this couch before someone starts asking questions.’
Ted grinned, ‘thanks for indulging me this one time though.’
There was a lull in conversation as they traced patterns over each other's skin, coming down from that moment, settling into each other for just a little bit longer. It was the weekend, they had all the time in the world, no one would bother them and they had a change of clothes ready to go out to dinner in afterward. So for the time being, they lazily exchanged their particular likes from the day.
‘This was a hell of a gateway drug,’ Keeley said, ‘Roy’s excited to hear how it went.’
‘You surprised me just as much, I didn’t know that you were here for me, too-’ Ted said.
‘I didn’t know ‘till I got here.’ Keeley replied. ‘You’ve got an insane tongue, it would have been a waste to not put it to use.’ She paused for a second, deciding whether to add the truth. ‘And you made me feel safe,’ she added, quieter.
He dropped a kiss to the top of her head at those words, his hands smoothing over the skin of Rebecca’s arms. ‘You okay?’ he asked.
‘I’m perfect. That was perfect,’ she smiled, wondering how she’d gotten quite this lucky, not only to have Ted who let her explore things like this, but who made her best friend feel safe while they did. It was a far cry from anything she’d had before. She smiled up at him, pressing a light kiss to his shoulder in thanks.
‘Oh no, the first sign of goose pimples,’ Ted said, his hand brushing over Rebecca’s arm. ‘We better get washed and out of here before she turns into a real goose.’
Keeley laughed easily, ‘good I’m starving. I could probably eat a whole goose actually.’
Rebecca couldn’t help herself, blushing and cringing before she’d even said the punchline, ‘well if I’m the goose then I think you already did, earlier.’ Somehow, being with Ted had made her someone who told jokes like that, but hearing their laughter, she wasn’t sure she minded. She quite liked being this Rebecca.