My first Theesome

He's gently asked her, “are you ok, baby?” and she nodded vaguely. He began to slowly stroke his cock in and out of her ass. I could feel it sliding along my shaft as well. The rhythmic movement felt amazing. Clare leaned into my neck as Rob's stroke became harder and she was biting my shoulder as he got to a pounding level.

Clare was rubbing her pussy again an and her moaning was getting louder. She started to buck and I could feel Rob's cock come out as Clare's body lost control under the wave of orgasm. She lifted her body off of my cock and then put her full weight on me. I could hear her whispering into my ear, “So you like anal?”. She lifted her head to look at me and I tried to smile around the ball-gag as I nodded.
She smiled back and leaned back in to keep whispering, “I remember you telling be you had a girlfriend that stuck her finger in your arse. I also remember you saying you didn't mind it. Naughty boy! You want me to suck my ass juice off your cock while I finger you bum?”

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I had enjoyed it when I'd done it before. I'd even secretly bought a butt-plug for some personal time, but I don't remember telling Clare about it. That office flirting must have drifted a few times when I wasn't paying attention.

My gaze was enough for Clare. “Don't worry, I'll take that as a 'yes'.” She slid her bod heavily down mine. She must have still been feeling the effects of her orgasm. She got down as far as my cock and looked at Rob. “Honey, pass me some lube.” He didn't bat an eyelid as he lifted a bottle of lube from the dressing table and poured some onto Clare's waiting hand. It felt warm as she smeared it all over my ass.

Clare didn't even look at Rob as she said, “Honey, could you just lift his legs for me?”
They were still tied in the knots from when I'd first lay down. Again, Rob did as he was told without any lack of composure. He reached under the bed and (what sounded like) unclipped the ropes holding my ankles and clipped the two ends to either end of what looked like a broom handle. Then he reached up with the long bar that was holding my legs apart and took my legs up with them to clip the bar to piece of rope he was attaching to a hook on the ceiling I hadn't even noticed before.