Jerome turned the corner into their subdivision; the windshield wipers were barely keeping up with the downpour that had started right as they left the cocktail party. He pulled into the spacious three-car garage, parking his Jag next to Joan’s BMW convertible. The Jeep belonging to their nanny, Amber, was at the far end.

“Well, that was a nice evening. Too much university bullshit, but I think I made some progress on the grant proposal.” He smiled at Joan, who he knew had borne the brunt of the cocktail talk while he had worked on the Head of his Department.

“Yes, baby, but right now I just want to get inside, sit and relax and maybe have a decent glass of wine instead of the crap they served tonight.” She was mentally tired. The event lasted too long. “You know I can’t stand some of the small 'p' politics we need to do for all of this.”

They got out of the car, walked into the foyer of the west wing of the house and saw a light on in the den. Amber was up with their son JJ. He was lying against her, his eyes barely open. She was quietly reading to him.

“Hey, Amber. JJ honey, are you still up?” Joan said softly. He looked up at his mom with a sleepy grin.

It was past 11 and the kids should have been fast asleep. Amber explained that JJ had a bad dream and had only been up a few minutes and she was reading to him before getting him back to bed. His eyes were heavy with sleep almost overtaking him.

“How did it go?” She asked quietly.

“Oh, fine, ‘same ole same ole’,” Joan replied. “Let me take JJ up to bed.” She reached for him, but Amber shook her head and said she would take care of him and finish his story upstairs. She stood with their five-year-old in her arms and smiled as she started to walk towards the back staircase.

“We are going to have a nightcap, come back down and join us?” Joan whispered. Amber smiled and said she would. She disappeared with JJ up the stairs to the kids' rooms.

“Honey, I still marvel that she fell into our laps,” Jerome commented as he stood at the bar, pouring himself a drink and uncorking a bottle of Joan’s favorite French Bordeaux.

Joan smiled, agreed, and accepted the glass of red wine as they sat close together on the couch.

Hiring Amber did turn out well. She was in her PhD program at the university, loved the kids, and they adored her. She was smart, vivacious, easygoing and an eager and willing member of their lifestyle. She often slipped into bed with them later at night, but she was equally comfortable with either of them alone. She was discreet, but on rare special occasions, brought a guy or gal over to join in on the fun. Yes, Joan mused to herself, she was quite a find.

Jerome had unknotted his bow tie; it dangled around his neck, his dress shirt partially unbuttoned. Joan sipped her wine and rested her head on her husband's chest, her hand slipping inside his shirt, his bare chest warm to her touch. He responded by wrapping his arm around her and sighing. He tried to relax.

“Do you think you will get the grant approved?” She asked. Jerome said he was not sure that the Dean was receptive, but it just was up in the air.

“Baby, just let it go, it will work out.”

She was in a mood. She moved her hand from his chest and with both hands casually reached for his belt and began to unbuckle it. She looked at him and winked. He grinned back at her. In seconds his belt was unbuckled, pants unzipped, his engorged cock relieved of the restriction of his briefs, and she was nonchalantly stroking him. As she moved up and down, she used her nails to lightly tease the head of his cock and he quickly hardened. She let go, reached for her wine, took a sip, then replaced it on the side table and resumed lightly scratching his balls, shaft, and surrounding skin.

“Better?” She whispered, tilting her head to meet his lips as he leaned down to kiss her. Their tongues danced, and she sucked his tongue greedily into her mouth, still massaging his cock and balls. She felt Jerome pull her tightly to him. They passionately kissed.

“Am I still invited for wine?”

Joan opened her eyes and saw Amber standing over them. She broke her kiss with Jerome and smiled.

“Of course. Get a glass and come sit. Is JJ asleep?”

She saw that Amber had changed to just a sleep shirt and her fluffy slippers. Her long red hair was tied up in a ponytail.

Amber nodded, saying she read him two more stories and he was “out like a light.” She poured herself a glass of wine and walked over and sat on the couch on the other side of Jerome. As she sat, Joan saw she was “commando” under her T-shirt. Jerome wrapped his arm around her and Joan snuggled closer, still softly caressing his now rock-hard cock. She reached for her glass, they clinked them in a toast, and all drank. Joan leaned across Jerome’s body. She and Amber tenderly kissed. They each reached for Jerome’s cock and teased him as they probed each other’s mouths with their tongues.

When they broke their kiss, Amber wasted no time and lowered her head to kiss the tip of Jerome’s deep dark black cock before taking just the head into her mouth. Joan continued to stroke the entire shaft while Amber teased him.

“Oh, fuck, ladies.” Jerome whispered, “that feels amazing!”

Joan released her grip and slid off the couch. Amber immediately took the shaft into her hand and began to bob up and down on his cock, taking him deeper into her mouth. Joan helped Jerome slip his slacks off, tossing them off to the side before getting between his legs, running her tongue up his inner thigh, kissing and licking him until she reached his sac. She snaked her tongue out and began to slowly lick him. One of his balls rested on her tongue as she lapped up his hot skin over and over again. He moaned contentedly, a sound she had heard many times doing the exact same thing to him. She knew what he liked.

She reached for his cock, signaling to Amber that she was taking the lead. Amber lifted her head and let Joan pull Jerome’s cock down to her waiting mouth. As Amber sat up on the couch, Joan took her husband deep into her mouth and massaged his shaft with her hot tongue. When she finally pulled her head away, she flicked her tongue rapidly at the tip of his flared helmet. Barely touching his skin, she teased her husband with light touches before taking him back into her mouth, sucking him deep once more. She sucked him at the same time she caressed his balls with one hand.

“My God, baby, that is amazing, but I want both of you, too.”

Amber had stood and turned on the gas fireplace; she stood and the light shone through her translucent sleep shirt, her taut breasts providing shadows of sensuality. She admired Joan’s efforts as she continued to rhythmically take as much of her husband's hard black cock in and out of her mouth with greater and greater passion.

“That sounds good to me,” Amber declared.

“Baby,” Joan looked up at her husband, “do want us here or in bed?”

“Right here, right now!”

Amber laughed and walked over to the light switch, dimmed the lights and grabbed the woolly, thick quilt they had left out for such occasions. She was laying it out on the floor in front of the fireplace while Joan stood and took off her dress. She unzipped the back, let it fall to the floor and stepped out of it. She was wearing a red lace bra, matching panties, and nude sheer thigh high stockings. She reached back, unclasped her bra and let it fall off her arms. She wasn’t Amber’s age, nor did she have the firmness of a twenty-five-year-old, but Joan was proud of her assets. She was only 5’3”, a few inches shorter than Amber, and while they were both 34Bs, Joan had more volume and her nipples were more pointed and often visibly protruding. Now they were taut and erect and she felt sexy having her husband and Amber looking at her like she was about to become their next conquest. She left her heels on and moved to the blanket.

Jerome stood and stripped off his dress shirt. His cock was ramrod erect, all eight inches curved sensually to the sky, his bulbous mushroom head shiny and slick from the girls’ efforts. As Joan lay prone on the blanket, he and Amber sat on each side of her body and leaned over her to kiss. Joan saw them suck on each other’s tongues as Jerome slid her panties aside and placed two fingers deep into her wet pussy. She purred at the feeling.

Jerome, sensing her needs, quickly moved between her thighs, gently spreading her legs, rolling her knees closer to her head. As he did, he saw her lips spread, inviting him to enter her. He reached for his shaft and tilted it to line up with her slit and leaned over her. Joan’s pulse quickened in anticipation. Even though he had been in her more times than she could imagine, she was thrilled every time he filled her. She felt the head of his cock press into her pussy quickly, followed by all eight thick hard inches, which he plunged deep into her. She gasped with pleasure, closed her eyes and enjoyed his presence.

Amber was playing with one of her nipples as Jerome began to fuck Joan with long slow deep thrusts.

“Oh my God, baby, fuck me," she whispered, “I need this!”

Jerome loved hearing her talk this way and responded by making sure each time he pushed his cock into her, he did not stop until he felt his body press against hers. That put every inch of his manhood deep inside her. He kept his chest high enough so Amber could lower her head and suck on Joan’s breast. He did not realize that Joan had moved one hand between Amber's legs, was massaging her clit and had slipped a finger inside their nanny’s wet pussy. Had he known, it would have sent him over the top and too soon for all of them.

In a minute they were all in rhythm and they were getting Joan closer and closer to nirvana. Jerome’s cock was covered in her juices and slid seamlessly in and out of her while Amber flicked her tongue across her nipple, driving her crazy.

As much as he wanted to hold off, Jerome was overcome by the moment and thrust himself deep into his wife, exploding and sending a load of cum in her pussy. Joan felt him pulsating inside her as he groaned in ecstasy. She loved the feeling.

Once he had finished cumming, he carefully rolled off of her and she felt his cock slowly slide out from inside her. While he had cum, she had not. She wanted more. Amber lifted her head from her breast and she watched the two of them kiss. Jerome let his hand move and caress Amber’s breast while she used her free hand to lightly brush Joan’s nipple. Joan loved the feeling and squirmed slightly as the three of them fondled and touched each other.

Amber sensed that Joan wasn’t satisfied yet and maneuvered herself between Joan’s parted thighs and began to lick and kiss her pussy. Joan held Amber’s head in her hand and guided her right to her clit. Amber was one of those women, like Joan, who genuinely enjoyed licking pussy. In the lifestyle, she had been with many women who did it “just for show”, which was fine, but not as intimate as with someone who loved it. Amber was eager and very willing.

She used her tongue, her lips, even her nose to nuzzle and pleasure Joan, bringing her quickly to orgasm. Joan shuddered as the warm rush overcame her and she bucked her hips, convulsing as Amber got her off. When Amber crawled up her body to kiss her afterward, Joan could taste her husband's cum mixed with her own juices in a hot erotic cocktail of sexual delight.

“How was that, Mrs. Jones?” Amber said playfully; she had a habit of calling her that during or after sex.

“It worked for me!” A smiling Jerome said from the couch where he sat watching his ladies.

They looked over at him, smiling, with a glass of wine in one hand and his swollen cock in the other; he was quite a sight.

“Oh my, that was so good, I needed that...from both of you!” She sighed contentedly. “But Jerome, honey, I think we left Amber wanting. Let’s take her upstairs and show her how much we appreciate her.”

And they did.