Author's Note: See invoice #1 for warnings, disclaimers, etc.

Invoice#4

"Horny little housewife."

"Shut the fuck up! Stop talking to him like that!"

"Jesus. You have no sense of humor. Well, at least I know who wears the trousers in the family. I was really beginning to wonder."

"You are such an arsehole."

"You are such a fucking git."

"Boys! Boys! Stop arguing! Besides, are we going to shag or not?"

"What did I tell you? He's a horny little housewife!"

"Motherfucker."

"Jeez, what a mouth! Here, let me kiss that rank mouth of yours." He grabbed the boyfriend by the face, pulled him close and kissed him.

The boyfriend pulled his face away and said, "Knock it off." Then he reached out and grabbed the man in the crotch.

"Bitch."

Ron sighed. It was such a power trip between the two of them and Ron wound up in the middle, most of time, literally. Sometimes though, his boyfriend got really possessive and wouldn't let the plumber get anywhere near him.

"Just watch, would you? You'll enjoy it!"

"Yeah, but don't...what the hell!" The boyfriend had taken some of Ron's ribbons and tied one around each of the man's legs and a leg of the chair. Then he took one more ribbon and tied one wrist down on the arm rest.

"You get only one hand..."

The man wasn't fighting too hard about it, but wanted to put on a show that he really didn't like it. Being tied up while watching the housewife and his boyfriend go at it? That would be torture. At least the boyfriend had let him have use of one hand...

The housewife was laying flat on the bed, naked. The boyfriend kissed the man on the lips, before smiling at him and leaving him to his own devices.

The boyfriend then sat on the bed and leaned into Ron, kissed him lightly on the lips. He trailed his lips downward, touching Ron's cheek, chin, and neck. The boyfriend sucked hard on Ron's neck, then the man could see the boyfriend’s tongue lick down to his shoulder and chest. He gently pinched Ron's nipples with his teeth and Ron whimpered.

The man could see that both Ron and the boyfriend were getting hard.

"Shit." He grabbed himself and began to stroke gently. He didn't want to come right away. He wanted to watch and wait.

The boyfriend licked down Ron's chest to his belly button, then to the trail of hair before he reached Ron's cock. Ron groaned and laid his head back on the pillow. He had his fingers entwined in his boyfriend's hair.

The boyfriend placed his tongue on Ron's cock and moved up to the tip. Then he licked the underside and reached Ron's balls. He sucked expertly on each of them, making Ron moan and groan louder and louder.

Ron let go of his boyfriend's hair and pulled his legs up to give his boyfriend access to everything. Ron placed his hands behind his knees to pull up as far as he could.

The boyfriend turned to the man in the chair and said, "You like watching us?"

The man could only grunt out an "Uh, huh." He continued stroking himself. He was leaking now, and he used it to help move faster.

The boyfriend got up for a moment, walked over to the man in the chair and wiped his hand across the tip of his cock. The man groaned loudly, and the boyfriend got fingers full of cum.

He went back to Ron and placed a finger inside of him. His hand was slick and slippery and Ron was so turned on, that his boyfriend was quickly able to move another finger inside him. The boyfriend shoved his fingers in as far as he could, and Ron moved his arse back and forth forcing the fingers deeper.

The man never liked when Ron moved around, loving what was being done to him, but obviously the boyfriend did. But now, watching Ron bouncing his arse around for his boyfriend was an utter turn-on. The man continued his stroking, though now, he wasn't sure he could last much longer.

The boyfriend then raised himself up and took his hard dick in his hand and thrust it into Ron. Ron squealed with delight. The boyfriend grabbed Ron's hips.

The boyfriend went slow. Very slow. Taking his time. Pushing gently.

The man was practically thrusting out of the chair. He wanted to fuck that arse so bad. He would've fucked him senseless, but the boyfriend just took his time. The boyfriend looked over to him again and laughed.

The man was getting mad. "I'm going to untie these fucking things and come over there!"

"No."

"Come on, please..." He couldn't believe his ears. He, of all people, was saying *please*. He decided he didn't give a shit.

"No."

"Come on, just let me kiss you. I won't touch him. I fucking promise!" He was practically screaming.

"Have you no control?"

"Fuck no!"

"Alright, but you lay a hand on him...I swear you'll be sorry." The man truly believed him.

The man let go of himself with difficulty and untied his other hand, then untied his legs. He practically jumped onto the bed and pressed himself up behind the boyfriend and started kissing his neck and back. Biting his shoulders. Pulling his hair.

The boyfriend moaned. He liked it. The man's dick was in the boyfriend's crack and he could feel its hardness up against him.

The man behaved. He didn't touch Ron. But as he kissed the boyfriend on the back of the ear, he whispered, "Can you bend over a little bit? Then I'll fuck you, while you fuck him?"

The boyfriend moaned and shivered at the same time. He couldn't believe he was fucking his boyfriend, whom he loved more than anything on earth, and he was going to be fucked at the same time by this arrogant, blond, beautiful god.

The boyfriend leaned over Ron slightly, still thrusting gently. The man spread the boyfriend's cheeks and moved his cock over his entrance, making it drip with the cum that was already coming out of his dick.

He wanted to just thrust inside and fuck until he was satisfied, but the man knew that wouldn't go over well. So he just pressed the tip against the hole. Not even inch by inch, but centimeter by centimeter, gently pushing his cock inside of the boyfriend's arse.

The man reached over the boyfriend's shoulders, and careful not to touch Ron, placed his hands over the boyfriend's wrists and hung on. He pressed his cock inside the boyfriend until his shaft was fully surrounded.

Slowly and deliberately. They were able to complete a rhythm. It was like they were one body.

Thrusting and groaning. Going slightly faster.

Sweating and panting. Faster still.

Wet and full of each other. Thrusting very fast now.

Moving. Moving. Back and forth. In and out.

Thrusting as deep as they were able to go. Until...

They pushed against each other.

One was moaning.

One was screaming.

One was squealing.

Until they came together. Feeling the liquid spray inside themselves and upon Ron’s stomach and chest.

They grunted final groans until they couldn’t thrust and come anymore.

The man leaned up against the boyfriend, and the boyfriend leaned on top of Ron, so that two bodies were laying between Ron’s legs.

The man rolled off first, then the boyfriend. The boyfriend laid flat on his back, letting Ron curl up on one side and the man curl up on the other. Both were kissing him. Then Ron looked towards the plumber. Reaching over the boyfriend, they kissed each other.