The Presidential Suite Debauchery

*** Please read The Lounge Bar Conversations first and then The Presidential Suite Conversations in order to get the context to the following story***

The air was thick with the scent of sex and expensive champagne. Matthew lay sprawled on the plush sofa, his body still humming from Mandy’s expert touch. She traced lazy circles on his chest, her emerald eyes gleaming with mischief.

"You recover fast for a man who just had the life fucked out of him," she murmured, her fingers trailing lower, teasing.

Matthew groaned as her hand wrapped around him, already hardening again under her touch. "Christ, you’re relentless."

Mandy smirked and leaned down, her lips brushing his ear. "And you love it."

Across the room, Basil watched from the armchair, his gaze dark with arousal. The ice in his gin and tonic had long since melted, forgotten. His fingers tightened around the glass as Mandy mounted Matthew again, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles.

"Fuck," Matthew hissed, his hands gripping her waist as she took him deep.

Mandy threw her head back, moaning, her body moving with the confidence of a woman who knew exactly what she wanted. Then, she locked eyes with Basil. "You just going to sit there, darling?"

Basil’s breath hitched. He set his glass down with a clink and stood, his Bonds boxers tented with the faintest hint of an erection. "Not tonight, love. You know I cannot...I mean I am not there yet..."

"Try," Mandy commanded, her voice leaving no room for argument.

Matthew watched, mesmerized, as Basil approached. The older man’s hands trembled slightly as he placed his empty glass by the side table, his arousal growing as Mandy reached back to guide his fingers between her legs. From his position, Matthew could not tell if the fingers brushing against his cock belonged to Mandy or Basil. It did not matter now as he was too aroused to worry about his inhibitions.

"Look at him," Mandy purred to Matthew, her nails digging into his chest. "He’s so fucking turned on watching you ruin me."

Matthew looked over Mandy's shoulder and noticed Basil getting excited as he started to rub himself to hasten the process of attaining a full erection even if it did not last as long as he wanted.

Basil’s breath was ragged as he pressed against Mandy’s back, his cock - half-hard but determined - nestling against her. "Christ, you’re perfect," he growled, gripping her hips.

Mandy’s laugh was breathless. "Then take what’s yours."

The younger man jolted slightly beneath Mandy as he felt another entity share the space of her vaginal canal. Was it Basil's fingers...no, it was thicker than fingers.... yes, no, maybe...YES, it was Basil's cock as Mandy moaned with the double penetration of her pussy.

What followed was a blur of heat and motion - Mandy riding Matthew with abandon while Basil thrusts shallowly behind her, his hands roaming her body, his mouth on her neck. The room filled with the sounds of skin on skin, of whispered filth and choked moans.

When Matthew came, it was with a groan so deep it shook his entire body. Mandy clenched around him, milking every drop inside of her as Basil shuddered behind her, his own release pitiful across her back but undeniable.

For a moment, there was only silence, the three of them tangled and spent.

Then, to Matthew’s shock, Basil leaned down and kissed Mandy deeply before turning to him with a wicked grin. "My turn."

Before Matthew could process what was happening, Basil’s mouth was on Mandy’s core, licking and sucking, cleaning Matthew’s release from her with a groan of pleasure.

Mandy arched off the sofa, gasping. "Aw my days...Daddy! Eat mummy's freshly fucked cunt!"

Matthew could only watch, stunned by not only the sight before him but also by Mandy's vocabulary and choice of words. Basil lapped at her like a man starved, his fingers digging into her thighs. When he finally pulled back, his lips glistening, he smirked at Matthew.

"Best part of the night," Basil exclaimed.

The sight sent a fresh jolt of heat through Matthew’s spent body - equal parts shock and arousal at how casually they treated such intimacy.

Mandy collapsed onto Matthew’s chest, laughing breathlessly. "Told you he was full of surprises."

Mandy sighed, running her fingers through Basil’s silver hair before locking eyes with Matthew.

"So, speaking of surprises, are you ready for more?" she murmured, her voice husky with mischief. "Are you definitely straight? Or is there some... curiosity there?"

Matthew swallowed. He knew what she was asking. The way Basil had watched him - the way he had caught himself watching Basil's mouth work between Mandy's legs - had stirred something unfamiliar in him. But he was not ready to name it.

"Straight," he said firmly.

Mandy smirked. "Mm. Shame."

She stretched lazily, then rolled off the bed with a dancer’s grace, padding naked to her designer travel bag. Matthew watched, transfixed, as she unzipped an inner compartment and pulled out a sleek black strap-on harness.

"Well," she said, stepping into the straps with practiced ease, "since you’re not interested in joining in on Basil’s side of things... how about you help me make him lose his damn mind instead?"

Matthew’s throat went dry. "What do you mean?"

Mandy adjusted the straps, then selected a thick, ridged attachment from her bag. She inspected it carefully before inserting it inside her freshly fucked pussy before clicking it into place with a snap. "You let him suck you while I fuck him. He’ll come harder than he has in years." She tilted her head. "Unless you’re too straight for that?"

Basil let out a low, rough laugh from the bed. "Christ, Mandy. You’re evil." But his eyes were dark with hunger as she offered the black rubbery apparatus to him to lubricate with his own saliva first.

Matthew hesitated. This was not what he had expected when he decided to walk into the bar tonight. But the champagne, the pheromones, the sheer audacity of these two - it had all rewired his inhibitions.

"Fine," he muttered. "But I am not gay!"

"We know," Mandy crooned, pushing Basil onto his back. "You’re straight. Just lie there and let him worship you. Think of it as... charity work," she smiled as she reached for a tube of KY Jelly from her travel bag to slicken the length of the strap-on a touch more.

Basil’s calloused hands were already guiding Matthew onto the bed beside him, his breath hot against Matthew’s ear. "Relax. I’ll do all the work."

And then, Basil’s mouth was on him, slow and expert, while Mandy knelt behind her husband, one hand gripping his hip as she pressed inside him. She was careful not to go in too quick. Being the female and having had cocks enter her, she appreciated more than males on how something foreign should be introduced to a human's orifice, more so when it involves the anus. Basil groaned around Matthew’s cock, his body arching, and the vibration nearly made Matthew see stars.

"Fuck!" Matthew muttered as he felt Basil's mouth cleaned up the remnants of juices from the earlier session. He just shut his eyes and pretended it was Mandy' mouth instead.... that might help, he thought - the "make belief" may help with him deal with the uncomfortable predicament he was in.

Once Mandy noticed that Basil had fully accommodated the black strap-on, she stepped up a notch. Her thrusts became relentless, her free hand fisted in Basil’s hair. "Look at him," she panted. "He’s wanted this for years." This forced Matthew to open his closed eyes and take in the reality before him.

Basil’s eyes rolled back as Mandy hit some hidden angle, his rhythm faltering. Matthew could feel the older man trembling, could hear the broken, pleading noises he made around him. It should have felt wrong. It did not and yet it did.

When Basil came, it was with a shout, his body seizing as Mandy fucked him through it. The sight, the power of it, it all sent Matthew over the edge a third time, his fingers tangled in Basil’s hair as he spilled down his throat. His body shook as the last of his cum shots ended just like the end of the Australia Day's fireworks - in a barrage of spurts. Basil gagged as he tried his best to swallow as much as possible, but it was a hard task especially when the strings of cum hit the back of his throat in short intervals. Despite his best efforts, some of Matthew's cum ended up around his cheeks and nostrils.

Mandy collapsed beside them, grinning like a satisfied cat. "Told you,” she breathed as she removed the strap-on belt from her waist like a triumphant warrior from a colosseum.

Mandy then kissed him and licked off Matthew's stray load from around husband's mouth and nose.

Basil, still shuddering, wiped his mouth and laughed. "Bloody hell." Matthew was amazed at how Basil could have had an orgasm without having had neither an erection nor an ejaculation of any sort from the recent sex act as he glanced at the elder man's shrivelled penis before looking down and noticing his own rapid detumescence.

Matthew stared at the ceiling, his mind blissfully blank. Was this it or were there more surprises in store for him?