Dinner at Thandie's house, much to Jon's relief, is as natural and easy as his first meal with her had been. It's obvious that she and Simon adore each other, and despite that they're incorporating him seamlessly into the conversation, not allowing him to feel at all like a third wheel. He's also a bit more relaxed than he had been on her doorstep, thanks to excellent food and a glass of wine, and as their plates move towards empty he reclines a bit in his seat, feeling at ease with himself and the surroundings.
Simon's thrilled to see Jon and Thandie getting along so well, even though he'd expected that they would. There's dessert waiting, a lovely chocolate torte that he and Jon brought, but right now he's too full to even think of more food. "That was delicious," he tells Thandie. "As always."
"Thank you," Thandie smiles, tipping her head down in a cheerful nod. It's been bliss, between the souffle turning out so well and seeing that Simon and Jon are both relaxed with her. There's been some lovely flirting, too, some looks exchanged, and she finds she likes that quite a lot. There's been no heavy conversation, but the evening's gone a long way toward easing her nerves about any potential among them. Simon and Jon are so easy together, and just being able to spend time with Simon again is wonderful.
"I can see we're not thinking of cutting into that torte yet," she adds on a smile, noting the way Simon's leaned back into his chair and rubbing his belly.
Jon laughs and shakes his head, agreeing with Simon. "It was fabulous... and good food needs recovery time."
"Very true." Simon sips his wine. "So...I understand that Jon's filled you in on some of the details of our relationship." A bit blunt, yes, but he feels the delicious tension in the room and he knows that Jon and Thandie both do, as well.
Thandie clears her throat. "Yes, I...understand a little of it." She has to laugh at herself; she's a straightforward woman when it comes to relationships, but for some reason this just confounds her.
Simon grins. "It's..." He glances over at Jon. "What do you know about BDSM, Than?"
"Well I know how to tie a boy up," Thandie grins, "or a girl, for that matter. Is that what you mean?"
Jon gulps a little, shifting in his seat, and takes a sip of water as he waits for Simon's response.
Simon grins. "That can be part of it, yes. What Jon and I have goes pretty deep, not just in our sex lives but in pretty much all parts of our lives." He's not sure how to explain, or how much. He doesn't want to overwhelm her, but he wants her to know what they have. "You've noticed that Jon calls me Sir, and that's another part of it." He pauses - maybe if he lets her ask some questions, he'll have an idea of how to proceed.
"So that's one of the rules he mentioned. What other rules are there? I mean--if there's so much to keep track of, I'm glad we didn't do anything that day. I'd hate to inadvertently get him in trouble."
"Not too many, really." Simon smirks at Jon. "Tell Miss Thandie your rules, baby boy."
Jon blushes right to the roots of his hair. "Um... no one is allowed to call me baby boy. Everyone but Sir has to use condoms." Those are the easy ones. "No... rimming. That's when someone, uh, puts their tongue, you know... back there. And no sounds, that's... a thing... that you put... in your cock."
Thandie's trying not to smile, but he's so adorable in his nervousness, and it actually puts her a bit at ease. "I knew about the rimming, love," she soothes, reaching over to squeeze his hand. "Sounds...that's a new one. I'll look into it later; it doesn't sound very...well, I'm not sure I'd be interested, so no worries."
"Oh. Right. Okay," Jon replies, nodding his head and squeezing back.
Thandie sounds as if she might be interested in other things with them, and Simon smiles. She's so sweet with Jon, so gentle, and he feels better than ever about the choice to open up their relationship to the possibility of including her.
"You don't have to be nervous with me," Thandie promises. "That said...this is...very new to me, too. Are there books I should read?"
Simon nods. "I'll make you a list. I have some of course, but they're still in London as yet."
"I have a couple, too," Jon offers. "In my apartment."
"All right." Thandie glances at her empty wine glass and sighs contentedly. "I suppose we should call dinner finished. I'm not ready for torte and I won't be for a good while."
Simon stretches lazily. "So, now that that's out in the open..." He grins at Thandie. "How would you feel, seriously, about Jon and I inviting you to join us? Doesn't have to be anything intense, if you don't want that."
"Oh." Thandie swallows, plucking at a spot on the tablecloth. She'd known they were building up to this, but to have it right here, now, it seems so much. "Both of you?" she asks at once, and then she laughs and shakes her head. "I--as odd as this sounds, I think I'd be less nervous if you weren't a dear friend." And God, it isn't as though she hasn't had threesomes before, so why is this one so tricky?
"Only if you're interested in that," Simon says gently. "If you're not, then we just put that idea away."
"Do you want me to make myself scarce?" Jon asks gently. In truth, he's full of nerves himself; he hadn't realised they'd be transitioning so suddenly from eating to... well... talking about fucking. And the way she says "both of you?" Jon has a feeling maybe it'd make her less nervous if he weren't involved.
Thandie blinks, then reaches for Jon again, resting her hand on his arm. "No." She shakes her head. "No, I don't want you to leave. This is...I'm not sure why it's so different for me. I'd...like to try something, yes, but I don't guess I've ever come at it like this." And for some reason, she wants to ask, too, if she might get a chance to just be with Simon and Jon individually, but that seems like too much to push for.
"Maybe we should go sit down in the living room?" Jon suggests gently. "You two can have a seat, and I'll make tea or coffee..." It doesn't even occur to him that it's Thandie's house, it's just a fallback, some little bit of service he can do to calm his nerves.
"Oh, it's...don't be silly, Jon, I'll make coffee in a bit. Come sit with us." Sure, it might be a little more comfortable to just sit with Simon, but it's not worth it if Jon feels the least bit excluded. "I'm sure I'm being ridiculous; we're all adults here."
Simon pats Thandie's hand. "One thing you need to know is that Jon gets pleasure and satisfaction from service. That being said - baby boy, do you need to do that right now, or are you trying to smooth things over?"
"It's okay," Jon says, smiling at Thandie. "I want you to be comfortable. Let's all sit together."
"Okay," Thandie nods, sitting on the sofa and tucking her hands together. "Let me ask this, I guess, first. Are you looking for someone to play with like that? I mean, I've been in three-ways before. Sometimes things have gone swimmingly. Others...I don't want anyone to get hurt."
Simon looks at Jon. "It's not so much that we're looking for just anyone. It's just that you...I feel like we could make it work with you." He grins. "And you're incredibly sexy, in case you hadn't noticed."
That gives Thandie a hot flush of pleasure even as she's processing his words. "When you say 'make it work,' I'm assuming you don't just mean a three-way shag."
"Well...we don't want to push anything on you, but, we could try it, and if it works..." Simon pauses. "Yeah, we were thinking about something more long-term."
Jon's eyebrows raise a little, but he doesn't disagree with what Simon's saying. He likes how comfortable he feels with Thandie, and he likes how she makes Simon's eyes light up. He scoots a little closer to Simon on the sofa, their thighs pressed together, and smiles at Thandie.
Thandie considers that. It's not like she hasn't thought about Simon. A lot. And she already adores Jon. She can feel the spark of chemistry going on here, no question, so she answers quietly, "Okay." And she gets up and goes to Simon, cupping his cheeks in her palms and kissing him softly.
Simon's arms go around Thandie's waist and he returns her kiss, quietly thanking God that she didn't smack them both and walk out.
"Oh," Jon whispers, just openly staring, shifting a little next to Simon.
Simon's kiss is just like Thandie had imagined it would be: strong and firm, but not so aggressive as to be off-putting. It's lovely, and when it finds a natural pause, Thandie turns just enough to reach her hand out to Jon.
Jon surprises even himself when he puts his hand in hers and then kneels up, his knee braced against Simon's thigh on the sofa, and reaches up to touch her cheek with the other hand, leaning in for a kiss of his own. Her lips are warm and soft against his, and maybe it would just be a kiss, except that Sir's right here and she's so lovely and dynamic and he thinks he may have just a tiny bit of a crush on her. He makes a soft, pleased sound, hand trailing back to stroke her hair.
Simon smiles as he watches them kiss - they look gorgeous together. He pets Jon's hair gently and nuzzles Thandie's neck, inhaling her scent.
Heat blooms in Thandie's stomach as Jon kisses her. Everything's suddenly moving a mile a minute, but she's never been one not to turn a corner when she comes to it. This has so much promise, and even if it didn't, right now it's just beautiful.
When the kiss breaks, Jon looks between the two of them, a little startled, and a blush comes to his cheeks. "Oh," he mumbles, biting his lip. "Wow."
Simon grins. "Well, so far this seems like a good idea." He pauses. "Should we stay put, or are you two okay with moving somewhere more comfortable?"
"I think moving would be great," Thandie purrs, looking into Jon's eyes for a moment and then turning to give Simon a little nuzzle.
Jon nods and gets to his feet. "Um, yeah, moving would be... good."
Thandie has to get off of Simon before he can move, so she shifts up and takes Jon's hand again. "He's looking at us like the cat that ate the canary," she grins at Jon.
Jon giggles and presses his face against Thandie's neck, though his eyes stay on Simon. "I know that look," he stage-whispers. "It means good things are coming next."
Simon grins. "Very good things," he agrees, rising. "Jon, would you like to escort Miss Thandie to the bedroom?"
"Oh, sure," Jon grins, offering his arm and speaking in a terrible snooty British accent. "Miss Thandie, would you like to adjourn to the bedroom?"
Grinning, Thandie presses herself close to Jon's side. "Come on," she whispers. "I want you."
Jon beams and walks with her towards the bedroom, tossing an excited grin over his shoulder at Simon.
Simon chuckles and follows them. "You should know, Thandie, that I'm something of a voyeur." Which is something of an understatement, but it'll do for now. "Is that something you're all right with?"
"I've had threesomes before," Thandie informs him with a coy smile, "so yes--but I defy you to just sit and watch without getting involved." When they're in the bedroom, she turns to him and pulls him close, one hand in the front of his shirt so she can drag him in and kiss him.
Simon chuckles when the kiss ends. "You'd be surprised. But don't worry, I'll be doing plenty of getting involved, too." He kisses her again, holding out one hand for Jon to come closer.
Jon steps easily into the space Simon's open arm creates, smiling and skimming his lips over Simon's neck while pressing his hand to the small of Thandie's back. He loves how she's a bit of take-charge, and at the same time his own surprising ability to take more initiative with the two of them.
This is easier, for some reason. Thandie isn't sure what's shifted, or maybe it's her own perceptions. But she likes this; it seems so simple to kiss Simon again and keep Jon close, then turn to kiss Jon. The way they're touching her feels good, and the kisses feel even better.
Simon smiles at them both, nudging everyone gently toward the bed. "Thandie, I'm thinking we should let you set the pace here." He glances at Jon and smiles. "We don't want to overwhelm you."
Jon can't help but smile against Thandie's neck, as she's obviously a woman who can go for what she wants, but at the same time he's touched that Simon's making the extra effort to make sure everyone's happy about this.
"You don't have to handle me with kid gloves, Simon," she grins. "I'm here, aren't I?" And Thandie pulls him in for another kiss, just this side of aggressive.
Simon groans into the kiss, then pulls back and grins. "I suppose you are." He pushes her back against the wall - not too hard, but firmly - and takes her mouth again, one hand cupping her breast.
Thandie lets out a soft grunt, and her arms twine around Simon eagerly. She's already arching up into his hand, and it's so good to reach down and grab his ass, dragging him forward to grind against her. As many times as she's thought of this with Simon--and as utterly hot as Jon is--she's starting to think she might be the luckiest woman on the planet.
Jon's first instinct is to do something helpful--get condoms, except he doesn't know where they are, or unmake the bed, except they don't want to get tangled in the sheets anyway, or something. When he runs out of ideas, he just stares, reaching down discreetly to adjust himself. Maybe there's something in Simon's whole voyeur thing after all.
"I think," Simon murmurs, nuzzling Thandie's neck, "that we are all wearing too many clothes."
At that, Thandie steps back, eyes on his. She arches a little as she peels out of her clingy top and drops it; she's naked underneath. "You next," she tells Jon, smiling a little.
"Oh, sure," Jon says happily, quickly stripping out of his shirt and his pants. Naked, naked he can do. His eyes keep flicking back to her, not wanting to stare, but damn she's gorgeous. He hasn't been quite this turned on by a woman in a long while.
Simon glances between the two of them and grins. "Thandie, love, I'll tell you now - if I get too bossy, just speak up." He pulls Jon to him and kisses him slow and deep, figuring it's only fair to give Thandie something to watch too.
And watch, Thandie does--but just for a minute. "It's not the bossiness that gets me," she grins, and she tugs his shirt up and pushes her palms over his chest underneath it, "it's that you never bothered to start undressing."
Simon grins. "Well, let's change that. Baby boy, do you want to help?"
Jon laughs softly and drops to his knees next to her, unbuckling Simon's belt and undoing his fly. "I like the way you think," he tells Thandie as he tugs Simon's pants down and off.
Threading her fingers through Jon's hair, Thandie smiles before kissing Simon again. "You're incredibly lucky, you know that?" She pets Jon tenderly. "Both of you. And I am, too."
"Oh, I'm well aware how lucky I am," Simon agrees, lacing his fingers with hers in Jon's hair. "And it seems I'm getting luckier all the time." He kisses her neck, his free hand cupping her breast.
Jon grins and sits back on his heels, almost purring at the petting and gently stroking Simon's legs, reaching up to rest a hand on Thandie's hip.
Thandie arches and moans, pushing into his hand. There's something so different about this, and not just because it's a threesome. Maybe that it's Simon, whom she's had such a crush on for so long. Maybe it's that they're so happy to share and there's absolutely no question that she's welcome. She can't quite put her finger on it, but it doesn't much matter. It feels amazing.
"What do you say we move this to the bed?" Simon suggests. "Much easier to be all tangled together, no worries about falling and hurting ourselves."
"Please don't hurt yourself, Sir, I don't want to carry you home," Jon teases, going to the bed and deciding to turn down the covers after all.
Simon mock-cuffs his ear. "Cheeky." He pulls Thandie to him for another kiss as Jon gets the bed ready.
Once she's done stripping off, Thandie leads the way into the bed. She isn't sure how this is going to play out, but her heart's pounding, and right now she can't imagine anywhere else she'd rather be. It's all so decadent, and they haven't even started yet.
As Thandie climbs into bed, Jon smiles reassuringly at her, scooting to the far end and patting the mattress. He glances questioningly at Simon, not entirely sure what he is and isn't supposed to do here but ready to adapt.
Simon gestures to Jon and stretches out in the empty spot on the mattress. "Right now, you do what you would like," he says, kissing Jon softly. "Do what feels right."
Jon nods, kisses him again, and then slips his arm around Thandie's waist, fitting himself against her back and kissing her neck.
Thandie shifts back against him, moaning softly. Jon's just so solid. She reaches back to hook her hand behind his head, loving those kisses and wanting to keep him close.
Simon scoots down, licking one of Thandie's nipples before taking it into his mouth to suckle. He slides one hand down her stomach, teasing at the juncture of her thighs but not going further.
"Is that nice?" Jon mumbles in Thandie's ear, watching Simon over her shoulder.
Thandie gasps and squirms, trying to get Simon to touch her. "Yes," she moans. Her arm goes around Jon's neck and she turns her head to kiss him.
Simon chuckles and keeps teasing as he suckles at her nipple. It's been a while since he was with a woman, and he's enjoying reminding himself of how nice it is. He brushes his fingertips lightly over her pussy, but doesn't press in, not yet. He wants her good and wet, and then he's going to go down on her.
It's kind of surreal, feeling her respond to Simon as he kisses her, but Jon loves it, loves that they're including him in this. His hand slides around her waist to rest over her stomach, his thumb stroking her skin.
Thandie's squirming is becoming more insistent, and to try to level the playing field, she reaches down between Simon's legs and strokes him, gasping at how intensely hot he is. "Please," she finally gasps, face heating up at the realization that these men have her begging already, and there's something really kinky in that.
Simon grins. "Baby boy, would you like to hold Miss Thandie while I go down on her?"
Thandie laughs, breathless, craning to look at Jon. "Oh please," she gasps, "hold Miss Thandie while he goes down on her."
Jon can't help but laugh at her phrasing, and he slides his arms all the way around her, brushing his lips to her cheek and stroking his fingers over one still-wet nipple. "Of course," he agrees. "I would love to."
Humming softly, Thandie reaches back again, fingers playing through the hair at Jon's nape. She's watching Simon, though, legs spreading wider for him. This is so unexpected and so good, she keeps thinking she might just wake up any second.
Simon slides down between Thandie's thighs, opening her up and taking a moment just to savor the scent of her, the delicious wetness. He holds her open with his thumbs so that her clit is exposed and leans forward, teasing it with just the tip of his tongue. He groans appreciatively at her scent and her taste, then licks again.
"Oh--oh, Simon," Thandie groans, the one hand tightening at Jon's nape and the other sinking into Simon's hair. Her hips shift toward him, tilting to get more, and then his tongue swipes again and makes her shudder. "Oh, beautiful..."
"You're beautiful," Jon says in her ear, rubbing her nipple between his fingers and then pinching the other one.
Soon, Thandie's squirming and twisting, trying to get everything all at once. Her moans and cries get louder, ramping up as she gets closer, and then Simon sucks just right, tongue lapping, John somehow working his fingers in time with that, and it sends her over all at once, both hands landing on Simon's thighs and gripping as she arches.
Simon keeps licking until Thandie's orgasm finishes. He leans up and kisses her softly, then stretches further to kiss Jon. "I am a very lucky man," he sighs, grinning at them both.
Thandie can't quite come up with a response for that. She can't quite come up with anything for long moments, as dazed as she is. Petting Simon lazily, she arches against Jon, realizing his erection's quite persistent. "Need to do something about your boy," she murmurs.
Simon grins, one hand petting Jon an the other playing with Thandie's hair. "Mm. What do you suggest?"
"I want to see you get him off," Thandie murmurs, rolling to one side. She passes her hand over Jon's chest, then leans up to kiss him, trying to show him the tenderness and affection she's feeling right now.
Jon whimpers a little at that, kissing back, glancing hopefully at Simon when they part for air.
Simon pulls Jon into a kiss as well. "Would you like to hold him while I rim him?" he asks Thandie.
"Sir!" Jon exclaims, blushing about the color of a ripe tomato.
"What's good for the goose," Thandie grins a little evilly. She leans in very close to Jon and whispers into his ear, "and then wouldn't you like to go down on him together afterward?"
Jon's eyes go wide and he nods frantically. There is no way he is this lucky. Clearly, he's going to wake up any second now.
Simon glances between them, smirking a bit. "Are you two plotting against me?"
"Of course we are," Thandie replies breezily. "Now get to licking. Jon's about to explode." She encourages Jon over onto his knees.
Simon chuckles. "I thought I was the Dom here." He opens Jon up and leans forward, dragging his tongue up along Jon's crack.
"Sir," Jon whimpers, pressing his face against the sheet.
"Tell Miss Thandie how it feels, baby boy." Simon settles in, licking and working his tongue in slowly.
"It... oh God, Sir," Jon whimpers. "It feels... really good, because... because Sir loves it lots and it's really special for us and... and oh God, it's really... sensitive there and... nngh."
"It's beautiful," Thandie murmurs, petting Jon's hair. That they would let her in like this, share it with her, is so much it makes her chest ache. She looks at Simon over Jon's back, so full of emotion she can't even describe it.
Simon pauses long enough to give her a smile, then murmurs, "When you're ready, baby boy, you can come for us." He bends his head and resumes licking and probing with his tongue. He thinks that if Thandie would be interested in doing this, he'd let Jon have an exception to the rule for her.
Thandie has to be more proactive in this now. She reaches under Jon, lips pressed to his shoulder, and closes her hand on his cock. Letting out a soft moan, she starts to stroke in slow, languid passes. "So pretty, Jon, go ahead and come for us."
"Oh God," Jon gasps, pressing his mouth against the nearest bit of skin he can reach. It's suddenly too much, and what's almost an order from Thandie puts him over the edge, crying out and coming into her hand.
Simon slides up Jon's back slowly, mouthing soft kisses all the way. "Good boy."
"Ngh," Jon whimpers, not able to manage much else at the moment.
Simon chuckles. "Thandie, will you hold him while I go get a washcloth?"
"Of course." Thandie pets Jon, kisses him gently. "You're beautiful," she murmurs, body pressed tight to his; she can sense that he needs this, the closeness, and she's happy to provide it.
Jon grins at her, wriggling up for a kiss. "Thank you. Let's execute our plan when he gets back," he whispers, holding onto her.
Simon comes back in with washcloths for both of them, having cleaned himself up in the bathroom. "Here we go. God, you two look gorgeous together."
Jon acts innocent as Simon wipes him up, and he does the same for Thandie, and then once Simon's comfortable again winks at Thandie and crawls over so that they're on opposite sides of him, bending down and nuzzling his hip.
Thandie grins up at Simon, then reaches over to pet Jon's hand. Together, they kiss and nuzzle their way toward the middle, making Simon wait for just a moment while they kiss before they both descend on his cock, licking.
"Oh, fuck," Simon groans, sliding his hands into their hair. "I am absolutely the luckiest sod on the face of the earth."
"Mmm," Jon agrees, happily licking at Simon's cock like a lollipop and kissing Thandie in between licks. His hand rests at the small of Thandie's back, wanting to keep all of them close.
Thandie shares as much as she can, but then she's sliding up to take the crown into her mouth. Jon, she figures, has had lots of this, and it can be her turn today. She sucks languidly, eyes closed, appreciating the feel of Jon so close to her, both of them almost possessive.
Jon licks a little around the base of Simon's shaft, but then he turns to her instead, letting her set her own pace with the blowjob and looking suggestively up at Simon as he kisses her neck.
Simon watches the two of them from under his eyelids, groaning. "You two are fucking gorgeous. Sometime I want to just sit back and watch you together."
"Next time," Jon grins.
Thandie would smile if her mouth weren't full. She sucks as she goes down, lapping at the head, and makes up her mind to ask Jon for pointers later. She's good at this part, but she knows a guy would be better, and Jon already knows what Simon likes.
Simon rocks up, hand in Thandie's hair again. "Close," he gasps, thighs spreading.
While Thandie sucks, Jon reaches down and rubs Simon's balls, crawling up a bit and nibbling gently at a nipple.
Moaning softly, Thandie goes down hard, letting him hit the back of her throat, tongue rubbing up and down. This is the best part, making someone as controlled as Simon lose it.
There's no holding out against that, and Simon groans, thighs tensing as he comes. "Fuck, little girl, you have a lovely mouth..."
It's surprising, hearing something like "little girl" from Simon, in reference to Thandie, but when Jon checks in with himself he doesn't find anything pinging wrong there. He's just happy to be in this bed, with his Sir and this amazing woman, and he grins at her as he slides up into his favorite spot, tucked under Simon's arm. "Next time, no deep throating," he teases, quietly as if he's imparting a secret but still loud enough for Simon to hear. "Then when he comes we can share."
"I didn't know you gave the orders around here, baby boy," Simon says fondly, tapping Jon's nose.
Thandie giggles at that, then kisses Jon thoroughly. This is all so beautiful and blissful that she's not sure she can stand it.
Jon grins and squirms against Thandie, his hand stroking Simon's hip. All he can think about is how happy he feels.
Finally, Thandie relaxes, settling between them, back pressed against Simon's chest, one foot curled over his calf and her arm around Jon's waist. It's a lovely tangle. "You two are brilliant, you know that?"
"We do try," Simon replies drily, alternating between petting them both.
"Mmm. Not trying," Jon mumbles, already half asleep and ready to start purring. "This is all natural, baby."