Stepping around me, she hauled Chaz's face down to her with a throaty, "Thank you" and proceeded to show him just how grateful she was. Under any other circumstances, I would have been jealous as hell. As it was, I still felt a twinge, but again couldn't decide who I was more jealous of.
Ronnie and Chaz each grabbed one of my hands and led me to the bedroom, effectively putting an end to any further introspection.
Following several minutes of frantic fumbling and haphazardly discarded clothes, I tumbled onto the bed with a deliciously naked Ronnie wrapped around me and Chaz not far behind.
"Now don't you wish you'd advertised for that part-time hosting position sooner?" Ronnie said, gasped the last words as I laved across the tantalizing peak of one of her perfect breasts.
Distracted by Chaz intimately mapping my lower back with his mouth, her words didn't fully register at first. When they did, I retaliated with a tweak of the nipple of the breast I'd been acquainting myself with. "Yes, I do. But need I remind you, honey, you weren't exactly thrilled about it when you found out?"
"I came around." She then tweaked one of my nipples, considerably harder than I had hers. "Don't call me 'honey.'"
"Woman," I whimpered.
"A girl has to have standards"
"She lets me do it," Chaz informed me.
My retort came out as a low moan as his tongue darted between my cheeks and probed. "Bastard," I finally managed, but was soon rendered mostly useless again when Ronnie curled her fingers around my dick and began jerking me along with Chaz's thrusts.