Zora inhaled deeply when Lynia worked to undo her jeans. When Lynia got them down to her knees, Zora’s gaze split from the woman at her feet to Brax. As she stared at him, Zora noticed how he appreciated her body. His tongue snaked over his lips. His long dishwater blond hair hung around his face as though afraid to cover his view.
The stare stabilized her heart rate until she didn’t fight Lynia when she removed Zora’s bra. When Lynia pulled Zora’s panties down her legs, Zora stepped out of them quickly. And there the three of them stood, naked, staring at one another, until Brax spoke.
“Bring your diet to the bathroom.” Brax led the way.
Zora picked up the paper and gasped when she felt a light touch on her free hand. Peering down, she saw Lynia had taken hold of her. Without a word, Lynia pulled her toward the bathroom.
The brightness of the bathroom attached to the bedroom contrasted with the rest of the dark house. White tiled walls melted into the white tiled floors until Zora couldn’t tell where one ended and one began. And, just like with the bed, the large whirlpool tub took up space in the middle of the room.
A couple of lit candles lined the countertop, giving the room a light flowery scent. Zora released a sigh of appreciation for the subtle touch.
At the tub, Lynia let Zora’s hand go. Brax took his wife’s hand and helped her into the sudsy water. The white, fluffy bubbles surrounded Lynia up to her knees. Then Brax took the pages from Zora’s hand and assisted her into the bath with his wife.
Still standing on the outside of the tub, he faced the duo. “So, where were we?”
Before Zora could answer, a warm, wet rag touched her back. She jumped and pivoted, finding Lynia behind her with a washcloth attempting to bathe her.
“No!” Brax barked.
Again, Zora jumped. She had to calm herself. Taking two deep breaths, she faced Brax to find out why he objected.
“Use only your hands,” he said, a smile cocked up on the side.
Lynia set the washcloth on the edge of the tub. Zora swallowed, waiting for the next touch. A dollop of cold gel plopped on her shoulder.
“Sorry,” Lynia whispered as she rubbed the rose-scented bath gel into her skin.
Lynia’s soft hands, combined with the heavenly scent permeating the room and looking at Brax’s god-like body made Zora feel light-headed. As though she’d done it before, Lynia smoothed her hands down Zora’s arms first, then curved them over her waist and down her hips.
“You actually eat six times a day,” Brax said, as his gaze volleyed between the pages to Zora.
“Okay,” Zora said, becoming breathless under Lynia’s handling.
Lynia moved her hands over Zora’s breasts. To Zora’s surprise, her already hardened nipples didn’t deflate. They ached to a painful degree, hungering for touch now, any touch. Lynia more than obliged by circling her nipples with her fingertips.
Zora leaned her head back so that it rested next to Lynia’s.
“You’ll have a small breakfast, a snack, then a small lunch, another snack, dinner and another after dinner snack,” Brax said.
In the airy bathroom, his voice echoed off the walls.
Zora reached her hands behind her to touch Lynia’s legs. Never one to think she would enjoy another woman’s touch, Zora found herself enamored with the feel of softness under her hands instead of rough, hairy flesh.
Lynia’s skilled hands took over Zora’s vulnerable body. One hand she let travel up between her breasts until she reached Zora’s neck. The other hand moved down Zora’s belly to her quivering pussy. As soon as her middle finger slipped between her lower lips, Zora let out a long moan.
“Ah, ah!” Brax said and wagged his finger. “Careful, darling. Don’t make her come. Not yet.”
“Sorry, Brax,” Lynia said. Then she kissed the side of Zora’s face.
Struggling to catch her breath, Zora lifted her head and came face to face with Brax. He was climbing into the tub, still with papers in hand. She gasped and he heard it, evident from the way he cocked his head.
“I’ve never hurt you and yet you act as though you’re afraid of me. Why is that?” he asked, then sat down in the tub so that bubbles met up to his chest.
“I see how you are with Lynia,” she said, proud that her voice didn’t crack.
“No, you perceive how I am with my wife. You think I’m cruel to her, don’t you?” Brax stretched his arms across the rim of the tub as he watched her and Lynia, still in an intimate embrace.
“I see her strapped to the porch. You treat her like a pet. How can that be satisfying?”
“I don’t know about you, but I’m not one to make love to animals, so you saying that I treat her like a pet is way off the mark.” He dropped the papers on the floor, then slipped fully under the water, reemerging with his hair slicked back on his head.
God, he looked even better wet. Water dripped from his face and chest, and at that moment Zora longed to be a drop of water.
“I love Lynia,” he said. “I would do anything for her. And what she wants, what she’s asked of me, is that I make her happy. Her happiness comes from serving me and catering to my needs. Tell me, Zora, do you give Grant blow jobs?”
Zora blinked.
When she hesitated to answer, Brax screwed up his lips. “Zora, you’re standing naked in my bathtub with my wife fondling your tits and pussy. A question like that shouldn’t stun you.”
And yet it did. She managed to answer. “Yes. But in turn he gives me great head.”
“It’s the same thing. I put Lynia on a restricted diet. In turn she keeps healthy foods in the house for the two of us. She maintains her weight and has enough strength and stamina for whatever we do.” He winked at her. “No matter how you slice it, Zora, we both have a give and take relationship. Ours just goes to a higher level.” He picked up a tube with green gel swirling around inside and squirted some in the palm of his hand. “Now come here.” He stared pointedly at Zora so that she could not mistake his command for his wife.
Lynia removed her hands from Zora’s body, leaving her cold. Walking through the tub, warm water caressing her legs and tickling her feet, she sloshed toward Brax. She stopped when her toes touched his feet.
“Closer.” To accommodate her, he opened his legs.
Zora took two steps closer to him and was now in his face, at least her breasts were. Dipping his hand into the sudsy water, he created a lather in his palm.
“I’m sitting on a step in the tub. Put your foot on it next to me.”
She raised her foot and searched for the ledge hidden by bubbles. Once she found it, she planted her foot next to his hip.
Staring in her eyes, Brax raised his hand and cupped it against her pussy. She flinched but not out of fear this time. Her throbbing sex begged to be touched again. It was her pussy’s way of screaming for joy.
His hand massaged her slick folds back and forth. The heel of his hand rubbed against her clit until her legs trembled. He must have felt it.
“Don’t come,” was all he had to say.
But that request was easier said than done. Resting one hand on her raised thigh, Zora found it difficult to maintain her balance on her other leg until she had to fall forward and rest her other hand on Brax’s shoulder.
“Winta told me you had great breasts,” Brax whispered when her face hovered close to his. “And Art said your pussy is delicious.”
Hearing news like that made her cry out in ecstasy. His free hand found her tit. He kneaded it in his large hand.
“Brax, I---”
Zora struggled to find the words that wouldn’t come out of her mouth. Brax slid his soapy fingers back and forth through her slit until finally he dipped his long middle finger inside of her.
Bursts of light fired off in her eyes and sounds of explosions boomed in her ears until if she didn’t get away from this man, she was going to come and come hard.
“Shit!” Zora backed away from Brax and fell to her knees inside of the tub.
The water came up under her chin as she curled her legs close to her body. She wasn’t sure what he would have done to her if she did have an orgasm but she didn’t want to find out.
“Why did you pull away?” he asked.
Zora wiped her face before answering. “I was going to come.”
He snickered. “Good.” Then he grabbed Lynia. “But that’s not how you handle it. Don’t run away from things that scare you. Embrace them. Control them. You’ll come out a stronger person.”
After his lecture, with only a touch, he made Lynia part her legs, placing one foot on the underwater ledge just like Zora had done. Then Brax shoved his index and middle fingers inside of her, moving them back and forth until his wife’s body swayed.
From the way Lynia gritted her teeth, then fisted Brax’s hair, Zora saw the effort it took her to hold back her orgasm. She felt Lynia’s pain in her stomach as it tightened into a ball.
When Brax felt his wife couldn’t take any more pleasure, he slowed down his thrusting motion before he stopped completely.
“Mind over matter,” he said triumphantly, as though he was the one denying himself pleasure.
He licked her juices from his two fingers, then stood. Zora scanned his toned body and her tongue moistened her dry lips. His cock hung thick and heavy between his legs.
“Lynia, wash my back.” He handed her the bottle of bath gel. Then he peered down at Zora. “You do my front.”
Zora crawled to his feet. She accepted the bottle of gel from Lynia and poured some in her hand. The aroma of cucumbers floated to her nostrils. Starting with his thighs right above the water line, Zora rubbed the gel into his muscled legs until foam appeared.
When she got to his penis, one hand cradled his smooth balls. She soaped them. Massaged them. But her gaze remained on his weeping rod with a pearl of pre-cum hanging from the tip.
Her gaze moved up to his face. Brax stared at her. Without him having to say a word, she knew what he wanted. She knew what she wanted to do.
“No hands,” he said. “Just your mouth.”
Zora tongue jutted forward and licked the tip of his cock. For that, Brax let out a growl. Her mouth covered his plump tip and she pressed her tongue against it, extracting more juices from him. He tasted salty, not a hint of sweetness like with Grant. Then she moved down to the center of his shaft as she continued to massage his balls. When she pulled her head back, allowing his cock to fall freely from her mouth, she heard Brax let out a long breath as though he’d been underwater for this treatment.
Tilting her head back, she took him in her mouth again but this time got down to the hilt. His legs trembled as she moved her head back and forth. Her free hand braced against his thigh.
Zora sucked and licked him until her jaw started to ache. Peering up at him, she found him smiling down at her.
“I’m holding back,” he said, as though reading her thoughts.
Son-of-a-bitch. If he was going to hold back, then she wasn’t going to follow his silly rule. Moving her hand from his sac, she held the base of his cock while circling the tip with her tongue.
“No hands. I told you,” he said, sounding more out of control than she’d ever heard him.
She pretended she couldn’t hear him over the sounds of her slurping and sucking. Brax had to step back, nearly knocking Lynia down in the process.
“Bad girl,” he said but with a smile. “Let’s see how you do. Sit on the edge.”
Zora scooted back on her knees in the large tub before rising out of the water and sitting on the edge.
“Come here, darling,” he said to his wife.
Lynia stood by his side.
“Sit next to her.” He got down on his knees and positioned himself between Zora’s legs. Once Lynia made her place next to Zora, he said, “Kiss her.”
Zora hesitated before turning her face toward Lynia. Lynia, however, wasted no time in planting her lips onto Zora’s. The kiss didn’t shock her as much as feeling Brax’s mouth on her pussy.
Zora wanted so much to look down at him but Lynia put her hand to the side of Zora’s face to hold her steady. Her neighbor’s soft lips pulled her into a sensual kiss that made Zora forget about the fact that she was kissing a woman. Lynia’s hand returned to Zora’s tit. Zora welcomed that touch, too. This time she decided to return the favor.
Reaching her hand out to her, Zora put her hand on Lynia’s shoulder, then slowly moved it down to her pert breast. Lynia moaned in Zora’s mouth.
Suddenly Zora felt a sharp pain on her clit. Damn it! Did Brax just bite her? She flinched, but continued kissing Lynia. Zora’s tongue pushed its way into her mouth. Her heart raced at how brazen she’d become.
When it felt like Brax was chewing her pussy lips, she pulled back from Lynia and looked down at him. Did he actually think something like this felt good? What if she’d chewed on his nuts?
Zora turned her gaze to Lynia.
The woman smiled sweetly, kissed her lips, then trailed her mouth to her ear where she whispered, “I know. He’s not very good. But he tries.” She rolled Zora’s nipple between her fingers. “When he goes to sleep, I’ll make it feel better.”
Lynia slipped her tongue in Zora’s ear, a welcome relief from the munch festival going on between her legs. All of this time and no one told this man he gives head like a beaver? She felt sorry for Lynia. Obviously the woman loved the man enough not to hurt his feelings.
At one last painful tug on her clit, Zora yelped, making Brax bring his head up.
“Sorry,” Lynia began. “I didn’t mean to pinch your nipple that hard.”
Away from her husband’s view, Lynia winked at Zora as her way of asking her to play along. Zora put her hand over Lynia’s.
“Guess you got carried away,” Zora said.
“Speaking of getting carried away, condoms, baby,” Brax said.
Lynia slipped around the rim and opened a drawer on the outside of the tub. She pulled out a string of packaged condoms and brought them back to him.
He took them from her hands and ripped one off of the link, then handed it to Zora. “Put it on me.”
Opening the package, the only thought that rolled around in her mind was that she hoped he was a better lover than he was a cunnilinguist. She rolled the rubber onto him.
“Turn around.”
Zora got on her knees on the ledge and propped her body with her hands on the rim. Roughly, Brax moved her legs apart. Then he teased her. Rubbing the tip of his cock up and down her pussy lips, Zora melted. On instinct and from need, she pushed her ass back against him to slide him inside.
“You’ll get it when I say so,” he said, as he held her waist with one hand.
Zora heard a plop in the water. She wondered what it was until she felt nimble fingers caressing her clit. Turning her head, she saw Lynia next to her, her hand in the water as she kissed her husband. The touch felt too good for Zora to question who was making her feel that way.
As she got used to the sensation, Brax shoved his full length inside of her to the hilt and held it there. Even though the rough entry surprised her, Zora’s body responded very quickly. Her nipples rubbed against the tub as Lynia continued to stroke her and Brax held himself inside of her.
“Yes!” Zora finally said.
Brax pulled out almost to the tip, then slid back inside of her, easier, slower than before. “Remember, don’t come until instructed.”
Don’t come? Was this guy kidding? The feelings, all of the sensations, her body demanded to respond quickly. There was no way she could hold off her orgasm. Then she thought about what Brax had told her earlier. Don’t run from things that are difficult.
She pressed her ass against him as Brax increased his speed.
“Sit on the edge of the tub, baby,” Brax said, without breaking his stride.
Knowing what he meant, Lynia sat on the edge with her shorn pussy right in Zora’s face. Another first. Zora peered up at the angel-faced beauty, who only smiled
and spread her legs wide. Her fingers parted her slick folds, exposing her creamy, pink clit.
Lynia smelled of ocean spray and flowers. She must have perfumed herself before getting into the bathtub. Zora swallowed. The woman did promise to reciprocate later on. And Zora did want to be adventurous in her sex life.
With her tongue extended, Zora leaned forward. She thought about how Grant would use his mouth on her. Instead of treating Lynia’s pussy like a watermelon eating contest like Brax had done with Zora’s poor pussy, Zora would use the same technique that Grant used on her.
Zora closed her eyes, then swiped her tongue from Lynia’s opening to the clit. Lynia gasped, then moaned. Like her disposition, Lynia’s juices tasted sweet. Just a hint of saltiness.
With Brax pounding into Zora harder, it was difficult for her to keep her head steady although she tried. She covered Lynia’s sensitive nub with her mouth and flicked it with the tip of her tongue.
“That’s it, Zora. Make her feel good. Do it.”
To hold Lynia in place, Zora put her hands on Lynia’s hips. Lynia’s soft flesh melted around Zora’s fingers as she continued licking her cunt, sucking her juices. Zora must have been doing it right. She felt Lynia’s hips grinding against her mouth.
Zora moaned, both at being fucked and at making Lynia feel so good with just her mouth. She dipped her tongue inside of Lynia and the woman screamed.
“Did you come?” Brax barked.
“No, but it feels so good,” Lynia said with a quivering voice.
“Zora, use your fingers.”
Zora pulled back from her neighbor, then circled her clit with her thumb. Lynia raised her hips and rotated it along with Zora’s thumb. When Zora plunged it inside of her, the woman sounded like she had just cracked into a million pieces. She screamed, wailed, trembled and had to hold onto Zora’s other hand to calm herself.
“I can’t hold out much longer,” Lynia said. “Please!”
“Hold it, babe. We have a guest. I have to make sure she’s satisfied first.”
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