Corinda's Surprise

Corinda sat on the balcony of the tiny apartment they had taken for a month, marveling at the quality of the light and the view that spread out before her. She heard Isaac step outside with her and turned to smile up at him, camera in hand.

"The artists were right, Italy really does have the best light."

He bent to kiss her, laughing. "Couldn't wait, could you?"

"I couldn't." She confessed. "I know you told me you'd had a surprise, but I wanted to get out here before dark and see it."

He laughed. "That's all right, your enthusiasm is infectious. I must admit, it's been so long since I was here myself, I'd half forgotten. Ready for your surprise?"

"Yes."

"Close your eyes." he told her, still laughing. She did, and allowed him to lead her back through the door into the bedroom. It was the reason he'd taken this place, with it's king-sized bed and room to spare. The rest of the apartment was cramped but here they could enjoy themselves.

"All right, Open them." He said from behind her, having maneuvered her in front of him.

Her eyes flew open and she gasped. "John!"

She looked back and forth between her two favorite men in amazement.

John knew her photographer existed, of course, he'd heard probably too much about the man during the years she'd been talking to him online. But Isaac...

"How did you find him?"

She asked in bewilderment.

"Sweetheart, you aren't exactly secretive with the computer."

She shook her head ruefully. He was too canny an investigator, even if she had wanted to hide her affection for John. "In that case." She walked over the the tall, handsome Greek man, who was looking a little shy.

Corinda looked up at him. "May I?" She asked?

He was as tall as Isaac, and he was getting that same look in his eye as he let her pull his mouth down to hers. Corinda savored the first kiss she'd ever gotten from him that was more than electrons on the screen.

She let go reluctantly and looked over her shoulder. "Darling, why?"

Isaac smiled at her. "Don't I know you as well as you know yourself if not better? I know how much you've loved having two men make you the center of attention."

"John?" She looked at him, wondering what he was doing her, in her bedroom. "Why did you come... You knew about us?'

"I've known about him - knew how close you were, so when I got an e-mail from him outlining the plan and asking if I was up to it... I jumped at the chance, of course."

Corinda looked from one man to the other, her heart in her throat. "What exactly is your plan, here?" she finally asked Isaac.

John answered by taking her in his arms and kissing her again. Corinda could feel Isaac caress her breast and her knees buckled. Each man put an arm around her and her top was pulled down. The sensation of two eager mouths on her breasts made her moan as she felt an orgasm building

She came as they suckled her hard, and she could feel one man cupping her pussy. She rocked her hips against the warmth of his fingers.

Opening her eyes, she looked down at them both.

Her photographer bit her nipple one last time and stepped back. Grinning, he picked up the camera and began to shoot pictures of Corinda, catching shots of John's big hand cupping her pale breast as he sucked the other nipple.

John pulled her close, cupping her pussy and grinding the heel of his hand into her clit through the jeans she still wore. "I'd like you to be naked." He asked.

Corinda nodded wordlessly. Slowly, she removed the camisole she'd been wearing that was now bunched below her full breasts. Then she unfastened her jeans and slowly slid them down her hips and kicked them off her bare feet. She was wearing only the ruby-red thong the photographer had put on her that morning.

Corinda looked shyly up at John, aware that the photographer was sitting in a conveniently placed chair, waiting. "Do you like me... in person?" she asked.

In answer, he kissed her again, trailing kisses down her jawline to throat, suckling each nipple quickly in passing, sinking to his knees in font of her.

She looked down at his curly black hair and serious face. "Oh, honey, I do wish you'd smile for me." She cupped his cheek and was rewarded with his mischievous smile as he slid her panties off.

He bent his head and kissed her mound then, softly, and slid one finger inside her sopping wet pussy.

Corinda arched her back, pressing forward into him and trying not to lose her balance.

Isaac was there, then, at her side, steadying her and kissing her deeply as John licked her clit and finger-fucked her.

She moaned and felt her internal muscles clamp down on the finger inside her as she began to come again for these two men she loved and trusted more than any others.

When she was done she opened her eyes and looked up at Isaac, beaming down at her. She felt her lips twitch into a grin at his joy. "Stinker. You planned this from the beginning, didn't you?"

"Maybe."

She laughed and looked down at John. "I'd like to not be the only one naked here..."

Both men released her, and she was treated to both of them stripping for her. She curled up on the bed and admired seeing John for the first time.

Isaac received no less adulation for all that she knew him so intimately. His body was hers and she still sighed when he held her. His scars and weaknesses she knew well, and wondered at his courage in doing this.

Isaac nodded at John when they were both naked. Corinda sighed and though it must be some guy locker room thing that neither of them seemed phased at having another naked man standing there. She knew both of them were as straight as arrows.

John advanced on her and she stopped thinking at the look on his face, like he wanted to devour her. She scooted back half in nervousness and partly to give him room.

She knew Isaac's devious mind and was sure he was up to something.

John lay down next to her and took her in his arms, kissing her passionately. She responded, moving her hands over his back and shoulders. His own free hand cupped her breast, thumb caressing the still damp nipple.

Corinda sighed and arched toward him a little, then tried to sit up. He held on, but she told him... "I've been wanting to do this for years."

He lay back then, guessing what she wanted. She knelt on the bed, looking down at him long enough that he felt his cock twitch. Then she flashed him an impish grin and lowered her head until he could feel her breath on his cock.

Softly Corinda licked the tip of his cock, slowly running her tongue around the bulging head of his thick cock, relishing the salty, musky taste of her longtime friend and now lover.

She was on her hands and knees, and she could feel the photographer stop taking pictures of her teasing John's cock and start to play with her pussy. She arched toward him, and slid her mouth completely onto the cock in her mouth.

Moving her head from side to side as she sucked elicited a Greek word she didn't recognize.

She smiled around her mouthful. Good to know that move was universal.

She sucked slowly for a moment, hearing the familiar rustling behind her. She looked up into John's face, wanting his attention on her. He was looking down at her and he was smiling... she nibbled a little and teased the opening at the tip of his cock with her tongue.

She didn't know how in-depth the photographer had been with his briefing... and although she'd mentioned it to John, she didn't want his attention to be on Isaac as he donned the strap-on they used when playing together.

She felt the tip of the silicone cock at her pussy lips, and she sighed and arched back, taking the first couple inches as she sucked John deeper.

She could feel his hands on her hips at he pushed deeper into her, and now John reached up and grabbed her head, using her hair to guide her as she was fucked in both mouth and pussy. Gulping and groaning, Corinda came with both men pinching a nipple.

John pulled her head away from his cock. Gasping, she looked up in confusion. He smiled at her. The photographer pulled out of her slowly, eliciting a little whimper. John whispered, "Lie on your back with your head at the edge of the bed."

Corinda rearranged herself, looking over at Isaac, who was back to his own body again. Holding his cock in one hand, he walked over and presented it to her. Greedily she sucked it into her mouth, cupping his balls with one hand. She felt John kneeling between her legs, lifting them and pushing his hard, wet cock into the opening of her pussy.

He thrust into her and Isaac grabbed her breasts with his hands. John was holding her ankles as he thrust into her, and Corinda came again and again as she was fucked. She sucked hard, not wanting to lose the contact with his cock, and was rewarded by his muffled exclamation and the feeling of his balls drawing upward with the force of his orgasm.

Greedily, she sucked and slurped as he filled her mouth, feeling John slow while she was distracted. Then, as the photographer stepped away and lifted the camera again, he picked up his pace and she knew he was about to fill her pussy. He jerked and shuddered with the release, and Corinda held him tight to her with her legs, until he finally collapsed on top. Sated, Corinda closed her eyes and could feel Isaac's touch on her hair.

"Thank you." she whispered in a ragged voice.