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Jackson forced his posture to remain casual as he smiled back. “Saturday night it is.”

He found himself anxiously watching the clock from Thursday evening until Saturday night at six pm on the dot, when a casually dressed Tyler showed up on their doorstep with two bags of Thai food. By eight, the three of them were making out against their kitchen island, and a few minutes past eight-thirty, they were all naked and frotting on the couch.

This time, Jackson was the one to lead them to the bedroom. He watched in awe as Tyler slowly prepped both of Sky’s holes. After he pulled Sky onto his condom-clad dick, he held out a hand in invitation to Jackson.

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been invited by a third person to fuck his own husband, but the action wasn’t lost on him—or Sky, who began pleading for more the second Jackson entered his tight ass. Just like the first time, it took them a little while to find their rhythm, but once they did, Sky was shouting in pleasure, reaching a tenor and volume Jackson hadn’t heard in years. Jackson himself reached new levels of pleasure watching their two cocks move in and out of Sky’s gorgeous body.

Jackson reached around his husband’s sweaty chest to give his neglected cock some attention, but he found Tyler’s hand there, already hard at work. Without having to say a word, Tyler flattened his hand against Sky’s pubic bone and used the sides of two fingers to stroke Sky up and down. Jackson rested the heel of his hand on Tyler’s knuckles and used his thumb to rub circles into the tip of Sky’s dick.

“Oh god, Ty, Jackson!” Sky screamed, and he came with an aborted cry.

Jackson found that not only did he not want the sex to end, he didn’t want to move his hand off of Tyler’s. There was something strangely intimate about that little point of connection. Their legs were pressed together, their sweat mixing and dripping onto the bed while they each held Sky in their laps. That was out of necessity, though. This felt like a purposeful union, and he wanted a few more moments of it.

He took a chance, and threaded their fingers together, and Tyler glanced at him in surprise. Their eyes met and held, and he watched with rapt attention as Tyler’s pupils dilated.

Sky whined as he began to come down from his orgasm, and Jackson released Tyler’s fingers. He moved his hand to Sky’s hip, preparing to lift him up and off, but Sky clutched at him and pressed his other hand to Tyler’s chest.

“Just…a minute,” he gasped, and both larger men waited as he fought to catch his breath.

After a few minutes of exquisite torture, where Jackson could feel every shift Tyler made inside Sky’s body, Sky slowly began moving his hips again. He turned his head and gave Jackson a wicked grin as he flexed and squeezed his ass around Jackson’s length.

He didn’t last very long after that, especially after he heard Sky whisper, “You like that, darling? Fucking my cum back into me?”

After he came, Jackson left his softening cock in his lover as Tyler raced towards his release.

When Tyler finally finished, Sky clung to him and refused to let him up to shower until he agreed to stay the night. Tyler blushed harder than at any point while they’d been having sex, but he mumbled his agreement into Sky’s neck. Jackson wasn’t sure whose grin was larger, Tyler’s or Sky’s.

Tyler woke them up in the morning with kisses and groping hands. Before he could get too carried away, Jackson pulled him and his grumbling husband into the bathroom for teeth brushing. When Sky produced a toothbrush he’d bought earlier that week, Tyler didn’t say anything, but his hazel eyes practically glowed as he hugged Sky tight to his chest. Sky finished brushing well before the recommended two minutes were up and dashed back into the bedroom.

Jackson and Tyler found him a few minutes later, kneeling on the bed with his strapless strap-on protruding out in front of him. Tyler dove for him, and the two wrestled around, kissing and caressing as they both attempted to get their fingers in each other’s holes to prep for this new configuration. Jackson slid back into bed and handed over the lube bottle when Sky made grabby hands for it. He tore open a condom, mostly for ease of cleaning the dildo, and for the second time in twelve hours, he found himself lodged inside Sky’s perfect ass.

Tyler made much different noises when his only job was being fucked, not also doing the fucking. Jackson tried to catalog them all, noting the angle Sky used that made him yelp versus the speed that made him moan. Sky was making a litany of noises, too, pressing back on Jackson’s cock just the way he liked it, while also focusing intently on pleasing Tyler. Jackson explored the familiar contours of his back for a while, but when Tyler threaded his legs around Sky’s back, Jackson began massaging the bulge in his calves and teasing the tender skin on the backs of his thighs. They made eye contact a few times, him and Tyler, and when Jackson pressed all their bodies tightly together, Tyler’s eyes rolled back in his head.

To Sky’s obvious elation and Jackson’s more quiet joy, Tyler spent the remainder of the day with them, enjoying sandwiches in bed for lunch and Thai food leftovers in front of the TV for dinner. Jackson ended up with Sky’s feet in his lap as he dozed off in Tyler’s arms. He and Tyler made eye contact again, and something was different in the way Tyler was looking at him. It was assessing and almost curious, a bit of wonder mixed in with his normal good cheer.

That same look was present Monday morning when they chatted at the water cooler and Tuesday afternoon when he invited Jackson to grab a coffee at the Rainbow Bean next door. Wednesday, his eyes held a new fire in them as he asked what Jackson and Sky were doing that weekend. When Friday arrived, Tyler’s eyes were practically molten lava as he sank to his knees in their foyer and took Jackson in his mouth.

“Wanted to do this…all week,” Tyler admitted between sucks. He reached for Sky, who was clinging to Jackson’s side, and nearly ripped the button off his work pants yanking them open.

Sky laughed in excitement and then moaned in pleasure as Tyler gripped his dick between his thumb and forefinger, stroking him expertly as he swallowed Jackson down. Jackson and Sky ended up coming in their foyer, and together they made Tyler come with their hands on their living room couch.

“You know,” Jackson said as he trailed his fingers through the mess on Tyler’s stomach. “I don’t think we’ve ever gotten as much use out of this couch as we have the past two weeks.”

Tyler grinned lazily, stopping Jackson’s hand with his own, only to link their fingers together and lift Jackson’s hand to his lips.

“I’d be happy to help you get some more use out of it next weekend,” he murmured, before pressing a kiss against Jackson’s knuckles.

Sky clapped his hands in joy and dove on top of Tyler, squirming around until he was lying with his back pressed to Tyler’s chest. Jackson tried to feel that same level of joy, but it sounded like Tyler wasn’t planning on spending the evening or the weekend with them. Jackson probably shouldn’t have expected him to, but he’d shown up with a backpack Jackson had hoped was filled with overnight supplies.

He glanced over his shoulder, and sure enough, the backpack sat abandoned in their front hall. He didn’t think Sky would try and hold his shower-access hostage again, not two weekends in a row. Sky would probably rely on Jackson to make that move, but his tongue felt heavy in his mouth as he turned back to face his lovers.

He was surprised to find Tyler had his phone in his hand, and he was looking expectantly at Jackson.

“Did you hear me?” Tyler asked.

Jackson gulped. “Sorry, no, I was…distracted.”

Tyler’s eyes roved over his face but then an eager smile broke across his face. “I asked you if kebabs sound good for dinner. I thought they might give us some leftovers for tomorrow.”

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