**Glen Frey ? You Belong to the City**
The room was small but the glow from the candles made it seem a little bigger. The air was warm and moist. Humidity hung like some invisible cloud. The three of them lay on large pillows on the floor, a plate of strawberries between and each holding a tall glass of champagne. In front of Peter was an open notebook; he had explained to both Bert and Amanda that in the small hours of the morning when his mind was really alive he liked to write. To put down in words his deepest fantasies and now here the three of them were, Peter about to embark on a first. To divulge the contents of his mind as written on the pages, to his wife and their good friend. He thumbed though the book until he came across a page and gently ran his fingers across the words almost reading them as one would read Braille.
There was a sexual tension in the room, everyone could feel it. As Peter spoke his voice trembled, he was nervous. It was always difficult to open one’s mind and to expose the secret fantasies he’d kept so deep and believed so dirty, but here they were. Peter began to read.
Bert stepped off the bus on the curb and quickly ran from the rain into the bus shelter. It had been quite a ride for him and he certainly wasn’t expecting it to rain in the desert. The rain was more of a drizzle and the air was hot- if you looked long and hard enough you could see steam rise of the pavement. He wondered how long it would be till his friends would be there to pick him up. As it turned out he didn’t have to wait long; within moments of thinking a small car pulled up and two people got out opening the trunk.
A lady got out of the passenger side. She was just as Bert remembered her, a little over 5ft 4, with long reddish blonde hair. She was wearing a pair of green shorts that outlined the curve of her ass and a tight white tank top that started to get see though as the small drops of desert rain fell on it.
The man who got out the driver’s side and went to the trunk was an old friend; they had known each other from time spent in Maine one summer back a few years. He was 6ft tall, dusty brown hair and a certain glint in his eye.
The three of them shook hands, exchanged hugs and greetings. It was a good feeling to be with friends in a strange place. Peter loaded Bert’s luggage into the back of the car and they climbed in.
**Don Henley? Boys of summer**
As the car sped up they talked about Bert’s trip and the latest and greatest news in each other’s lives. It wasn’t long before they were rounding a bend and turning into the driveway of a somewhat secluded home nestled in the hills overlooking the oddity of a lake in the desert.
By now the drizzle had eased up. Large dark clouds still threatened rain and thunder. The sun set with beautiful colors or red and orange across the sky, the sun beams traced though the clouds as the night blended with the threatening sky.
Inside and once settled the three of them talked, ate and drank. Amanda had prepared a fine meal, the wine was cool and refreshing and the company was exquisite. The hour passed unnoticed, the conversation wrapped and weaved its way, touching here and there on their elements of desire.
As Peter returned to the kitchen to open a new bottle of wine, thunder cracked high above them. The atmosphere inside mimicked it outside; the sexual tension had been rising for hours now. The warm smell of the desert air and Amanda’s sweet perfume combined with the electrical excitement of the storm. Amanda suggested they go outside into the garden to see the storm.
Lightning flashed and the thunder rolled. There was always something about a storm, nature in its fury. The rain started to come down.
All three of them stepped out from the shade of the house to feel the cool raindrops fall on them. It was a shocking contrast to the heat of the night. Amanda giggled and twirled. Peter looked up to the sky with his mouth open feeling the cool water splash on his face and tongue. The rain fell harder. Bert watched as Amanda’s tank top became ever more see though, her white lace bra becoming more exposed with every raindrop. Peter too had noticed and as she danced in the rain they two men watched her nipples slowly harden. They weren’t the only things.
**Hall & Oats? Maneater**
As the rain fell Amanda too was watching the men in her yard. They were standing in the rain close to the house; the light inside silhouetted them against the night. She was feeling the effects of the atmosphere, the wine, the previous talk. Skirting round their desire, the double meanings to every word they exchanged. The storm had heightened her arousal. She could feel her nipples grow as the cool rain soaked her chest. She felt the twitch in her crotch and knew that her panties were becoming as moist as the night itself.
Peter and Bert noticed Amanda smiling dreamily to herself. She was dancing in the yard her hands raised to the heavens. They were surprised when her hands found their way down as she traced her wet top across her breasts.
Amanda watched as the guys watched her. The feel of her hands was incredible. She was lightly tracing her curves and the wet material was cooling her skin. Her denim shorts were starting to annoy her as she played in the rain they just got heavy. She turned away from her observers and slowly slid her fingers down to unfasten the waistband. Enjoying the attention she knew she was getting she let the shorts ride a little low over her ass. A little lower still.
Bert was the first to notice the top of the red thong underwear as Amanda’s shorts crept lower and lower over hear body. He also noticed the slightly throbbing in his underwear. Standing with the husband of this woman watching her slowly undress in the rain.
Peter wasn’t oblivious to either Amanda’s heightened state or Bert’s state of arousal. He was feeling it himself. He tapped Bert on the shoulder and exchanged a glace that only meant one thing.
Amanda had also slowly removed her soaking tank top and discarded it on the lawn. She now stood naked in the low moonlight. The rain drops sparkling on her skin. She was inviting them with her hands. They traced her breasts, the sides of her body and plummeted to the cotton of her underwear.
Within moments Peter appeared on her right hand side and Bert on her left.
**Elton John? Nikita**
Each following the other they synchronously performed the actions to each side of Amanda’s tingling body. First the both placed their lips on her shoulders, gently kissing and savoring the flavor of her rain moisten flesh. In perfect time they wound their tongues and mouths to her neck, gently sucking the nape.
Amanda threw her head back. Her hands still holding the cotton of her thong, pulling gently so the material made brief contact with her growing clit. Pulling tighter she could get the material to spread her lips and her fingers could trace their exposed edges.
Bert and Peter moved their attention to her ear lobes, each licking and nibbling. Amanda moaned, the guys’ hands had found their way to her lace covered chest. She could feel the warmth of their bodies pressed each side of her as they stood in the rain. Their hands ran across her breasts and their fingertips played with her erect nipples though the material.
Amanda reached behind her and undid the clasp on her bra; motionlessly it slipped from her body and fell to the lawn below. Her beautiful breasts were soon beaded with raindrops as both guys knelt and gently sucked on a nipple. Playing with her hard nipples in their mouths their fingers met and fondled as they massaged Amanda’s thighs and stomach.
Bert was the first to break his mouth free from Amanda’s breast. He stood up and kissed her, their tongues entwined and Peter could her audible moans of pleasure as they explored each other’s mouths. Amanda’s hands quickly lifted off Bert’s wet shirt and left it in the growing pile of clothing on the lawn. In a moment his pants fell too, closely followed by his underwear.
Bert was now naked and Amanda was wearing nothing more than a thong embraced. Peter still on his knees now admired Bert’s fully erect manhood as he gently flicked Amanda’s clit and nibbled at her breast. Amanda hands traced across Bert’s muscular chest and stomach, eventually reaching their goal; she curled her fingers around his hard manhood and gently stroked up and down.
Amanda started to writhe and buck as her first orgasm fled across her body. She grasped Bert’s cock and stoked it with renewed vigor as she moaned. Their embrace became closer and they kissed and nuzzled each other’s necks. Below them Peter had moved and kneeled on the floor between them. He was currently gently licking Amanda’s swollen clit with his tongue at full extension; the activity could clearly be seen by the others. Amanda’s underwear had been removed and Peter was fingering her moist snatch, slipping the cum covered fingers into his mouth to taste every drop of Amanda’s love juice.
Amanda with one hand moved Peter’s head, with the other she held Bert’s manhood across her body. “Lick us both?” she moaned.
**Heart? All I want to do**
The rain poured over the three of them as their passion exploded on the lawn in the back garden. It was warm and the closeness of the body made it hot.
Peter gingerly started to lick at Amanda’s pussy, tasting the wonderful liquid of her love; he slowly and nervously turned his attention to the cock that was held across her body. Slowly licking the length of the shaft, he suddenly engulfed the head, gently sucking as his tongue played around Bert’s slit. His fingers still exploring the depths of Amanda he could hear them moan in unison. Pulling back his used his mouth to rub Bert’s huge manhood across Amanda’s engorged clitoris. The sight of the two organs touching was wondrous. The feeling was electric.
Pre cum seeped from Bert onto Amanda; within moments Peter’s hungry mouth had cleaned it up and he was alternating between devouring Bert’s manhood and tracing the edges of Amanda’s wet cunt.
Amanda went weak at the knees as her second orgasm rippled though her body. Bert had been oozing pre-cum and he knew he was close to his climax. Amanda lay down and spread her legs wide. The raindrops tickled as they hit her most intimate parts. Bert stood above her his cock protruding from his body.
Peter nodded to Bert as his moved out from between Amanda’s legs and took position beside her. He had managed to shed his clothes at some point during the event.
Bert took up position between Amanda. He gently placed the tip of his saliva-covered cock against her entrance. Peter moved over her to offer his hard cock to her mouth.
Slowly Bert pushed his cock head into Amanda warm waiting pussy. Amanda moaned; she was close to climax also. Sucking harder on Peter she was putting on an oral show for the both of them.
After a few gentle stokes Bert was buried deep inside the other man’s wife. She was wiggling in ecstasy beneath him as she delicately sucked of her husband. They were all watching each other. Picking up the pace, Bert thrust his cock in and out of Amanda. Amanda oral efforts matched in pace.
The storm rolled softer now high above them. The rain fell.
Moments passed that should have been hours. Bert’s efforts had brought Amanda to another climax and both men enjoyed her pussy and mouth clamping down on their enlarged organs.
Soon after, Bert pulled out of Amanda and moved beside her. Peter, watching Bert carefully, took position on the other side of her.
Their cocks in hand, Amanda’s eyes glued on the erections in front of her and each guy watching the other. They came, long spurts of hot cum flew from each cock. It covered Amanda’s breast and nipples, it flew from one man to the over covering each cock in the other man’s cum. The guy’s orgasms were intense.
Calming down Bert and Peter lay beside Amanda each doodling shapes across her chest in their combined cum.
After a while lying in the rain, breathing deep, they helped each other up and went inside. It certainly was going to be a great night, morning and week for all three of them.
