Moving to the other, I did the same—a sharp pull and waited for her to peak. The clamp bit into the tip and held fast. Adjusting the chains, they were both hanging freely.
Vanity whimpered when I tugged on the chair in the middle to make sure they were secure. It was a good whimper, one I’d heard from her before. “Those are a gift for you, pretty girl. You listen to Mistress and you’ll be rewarded.”
“Thank you, Sir,” she breathed the words softly.
I stood and walked into the kitchen and found Laicy smiling at me. She leaned in and kissed me. “Perfect. You did that perfectly.”
Chuckling, I reached around her for the bottle of beer she had cracked open. “She loves those clamps, and with the weights on them? She’ll be in Heaven.”
“I don’t even know how hungry I am, Simon. All I keep thinking about is the two of us fucking her.”
Another chuckle escaped me. “Except, neither of us has eaten since noon, and we need energy. She ate already?”
“Yes. That was part of my instructions.”
“Good,” I answered. “Let her enjoy the weights while we have a quick dinner.” I had to keep reminding myself, this was all consensual. Vanity wanted this, and the little bit of torture we were offering right now was nothing compared to her real desires.
Vanity had made a pot of chili and after tossing some cheese on it, Laicy and I sat down next to each other.
We could easily see Vanity’s back from where we were. She sat perfectly still, and her slender shoulders were pale cream in the light that shone down on them. Her brown hair tumbled down to just below those shoulders, and I wanted nothing more than to lick a line from top of her ass to the back of her neck.
Laicy giggled quietly next to me. “I feel the same way.”
“Hmm?”
Her hand found the erection that had never really gone away from when we walked into the house. “I can’t wait to see you bury this in her.”
The dirty talk was going to be something I was going to have to get used to. Laicy—Cameron—had almost never swore, certainly didn’t say things like ‘cock,’ ‘pussy’ or ‘fuck’ and would never have blatantly grabbed me and made suggestions of what I should do with an erection. And now there was the chance I was going to have two of these filthy mouths in my life.
Laicy laughed when she felt me twitch in her hand. “What are you thinking, Simon?”
“How much I like these filthy mouths.” I smirked. “And how I have suggestions for them.”
“You were always more sexual than you let yourself think you were, and I am going to enjoy teasing that out of you.”
I leaned closer to her and decided to give the dirty talk a try. Sure, I had used the words in bed with Vanity, but I had never just sat there and talked dirty. “You know, I fucked Vanity right where you’re sitting. Just the other day.”
“Oh, did you?” she asked.
“Mm hm. Right in that chair. Spread her wide-open and plunged in nice and deep.”
Laicy made a little grunt of approval, chewing her lip. “I think I would have liked to see that.”
“I think I could arrange that one day.”
“I also think I would like to try that.”
I trailed my hand up her leg. “Any time.”
Her swallow was loud. “You should probably eat a little faster, love. I’m going to need to get us upstairs soon.”
I snagged the hem of her skirt and drifted it up her leg. “Appetizer?”
She stared straight ahead. “I like those. Especially the sampler platter.”
I smirked and worked her skirt up a little more. I glanced at Vanity’s back, still in the same position, and just went with what I was doing. “Vanity came down in an adorable little robe and after we had some coffee, she plunked that luscious little ass on my lap.”
My hand found the seam of Laicy’s sex. She had long ago stopped wearing pantyhose, but now she wasn’t wearing panties. I trailed a finger down her lips and dipped into her entrance just a little.
“Do tell,” Laicy breathed.
“Well, she didn’t secure that tie very well and pop!” I tapped her clit. “She just opened right up. The naughty girl wasn’t wearing a bra. So, I had to taste those tits of hers.”
Jumping just a little off the chair, she moaned quietly, “And she does have wonderful tits.”
“With those rings? Yes, something for my teeth to grab.” My fingers trailed up and down, on her seam, to the side and down the middle again. “Well, the taste of those perky breasts just went straight to my dick, and since she started it, I thought she might like to feel it.”
“I’m sure she did.” Laicy was trying to keep her breathing under control, but everything else on her body was betraying her. Her skin was flush, her nipples were clearly outlined in her shirt.
“I picked her up and turned her around. I cranked those sexy legs wide-open, so I could use that pussy.” My fingers spread her wide. “And after I pulled those pretty little panties to the side, I just speared my cock right inside.” I plunged two fingers into her entrance.
Her body trembled and shook, and she let out a shaky breath. “Did she like it?”
“Oh, she did.” I nodded, letting my thumb dust over Laicy’s clit. “She did. But you see, she had also been naughty and needed some punishment.”
My thumb just danced back and forth, back and forth over the bundle of her nerves. I watched her legs shivering from the tickle of my thumb.
“W-what punishment did you give her?”
I spun her chair around to face me and pumped a third finger inside her. Brushing her skirt up all the way to the tops of her thighs, I shoved her legs wide on the chair with my knees.
Grinning, I stared right into her eyes. “I felt that a slap would be the best.” I slapped her clit with the back of my hand. It made a loud, sexual sound as it hit her very wet cleft.
Her gasp was sharp in the air of the house. She threw her head back and closed her eyes. “Did she like it?”
“She liked it, just like you do.” I snapped the back of my fingers against her again.
“How naughty was she?”
“Very.” Another snap. “But you know, she did something else that you aren’t right now.”
“What?” She was panting.
“She played with her breasts.”
Laicy’s hands snapped to her tits, and she grabbed her distended nipples through the fabric. She could still take a hint. “Like this?”
“Mm, just like that. But she was still bad.”
“Did you punish her even more?”
“Even more.” Once again, cracking my fingers against her clit.
Several quiet swear words slipped out of her, not loud enough for Vanity to hear. She followed them with a soft plea, for me alone. “Make me come, Simon.”
“Oh, Vanity was so, so naughty.” I slapped again, and she groaned. “I had no choice. And she does like her punishments.”
Just like I had with Vanity, I curled my fingers deep inside her, kept pumping, and pinched her clit. The chair shook as she screamed out her orgasm, crushing her breasts in her own hands.
I coaxed her through the waves of pleasure and slowly brought her back down. She went nearly boneless in the chair, which was more than I could say for me.
“Jesus, Simon,” she breathed. “You would never have…”
“That was before Vanity, and all the kinksters I’ve been hanging around. Now…” I leaned in and fused my mouth over hers, plundering a kiss from her willing mouth. “Now, I am more than willing and able to play dirty.”
Vanity
I heard Mistress scream her orgasm behind me.
Jealous was an understatement.
Thankfully, the feeling didn’t linger. I knew they weren’t going to ignore me. This was all part of the scene I was sitting in.
Fuck, I wanted their hands on me.
But even as I sat there listening to them, perfectly still, waiting… I was wound up and I
knew my sex was soaking wet. Sir had made her come so easily. Just like he had with me so many times.
My nipples hurt. It was a wonderful feeling and I let the tears well in my eyes, enjoy the reaction in my body. Between the sounds of Sir fingering Mistress to orgasm and that, I was blissful.
I just needed their hands on me. Soon.
Still, I sat as I was supposed to and waited. Patiently.
Mistress was panting for a moment, then I heard them kissing. The chairs scraped back, and two sets of footfalls approached me, and they knelt on either side of me.
“Do you like your gift from Sir?” Mistress asked.
“Yes, they’re wonderful, Mistress. Thank you.”
She pushed one of them, making it swing and pull on my nipple harder. I didn’t whimper, I just let the feeling go.
Sir reached down and ran his finger down my sex. He held it up, and Mistress licked my essence off it.
That time I whimpered.
“You do taste good, pretty girl. Are you ready to go to bed?” Mistress asked.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Sir, would you do the honors?”
As he stood from kneeling, I could see the erection in Sir’s pants, and I wanted it. But he reached down in front of me and grabbed the weights that were dangling with one hand and tugged. “Stand, pretty girl. I’ll lead you upstairs.”
“Thank you, Sir,” I managed through the pain of his tug. I unclasped my hands and stood from my kneeling position. He walked to the stairs, and I followed, lagging just enough that his grip on the weights pulled a bit.
“Don’t be naughty,” Mistress whispered in my ear. “If Sir isn’t offering you pleasure, don’t take it.” She slapped my ass, hard, and I whimpered, taking a few steps forward to catch up to him.
Mistress made me walk on the same step as Sir, so that I didn’t accidentally pull the chain. She knew me. I would have done just that. It was a quick ascent, though, and Sir pulled me close at the top, kissing me hard and dropping the weights.
The pain from the tug of them shot through me and I couldn’t help the moan. Sir caught it in his mouth and devoured me a little more.
“Damn, that’s hot,” Mistress whispered, moving in closer. “I want to see you fuck her, Simon. I want to watch you slide your cock inside her.”
He turned and pulled her in closer, covering her mouth with his this time. “I plan to do that to you, too. Our little sub would love to see that.”
I was ready to come from just the desire and suggestion in the air.
“I think two of us are wearing too many clothes,” Mistress said. “Let’s solve that.”
Sir leaned over and whispered something I couldn’t hear in her ear, and she smiled. It was a dirty smile, and followed by an enthusiastic nod. She stepped away from us and walked to the bedroom, shedding her clothes.
She belonged here. She was so comfortable with this place. I wanted her and I wanted her here, with us.
Sir grabbed the weights again, and this time he was pulling on them on purpose. I moaned and followed him into the room.
“On the bed, Vanity,” he whispered in my ear.
“Yes, Sir,” I answered. I walked to my side, making sure he could see my ass sway. I heard a grunt from him and knew he could see what I was doing.
Sitting down, I turned so I was lying on the bed. Mistress had the weights and moved them so they were lying against my ribs, toward the bed. That was a whole new sensation and they could pull and move my breasts and nipples if I moved in any direction.
Sir appeared on his side of the bed, his shirt gone, his pants unfastened, and his cock desperate for escape. He grinned and slipped his hand up the underside of my arm, lifting it. I felt something soft on my wrist and in the next moment, I was fastened to the bed frame.
Mistress had taken my distracted moment and done the same to my opposite ankle. Switching places, Sir fastened the other ankle, spreading me wide, and Mistress took care of my other wrist.
They both backed off the bed and stood at the end, looking at me. Sir moved closer and slipped each of my shoes off, carefully.
“We don’t want anyone getting hurt, now do we?”
“No, Sir,” I breathed.
Mistress turned her head and considered me a moment, then smiled back at Sir. “I have plans for this pussy. Shall we begin?”
“Yes,” Sir answered. “By all means.”
Just as she had told me to, all the toys she and I loved to use were in the nightstand, and she pretended to consider things. She pulled out two objects: a set of anal beads and the massaging wand.
Handing Sir the beads and a small bottle of lube, she plugged in the wand. I kept myself still—she’d promised me an edging session once, and now it looked like she was going to carry through.
I was nervous. The punishment with Darien kept pushing its way into my brain. And it must have shown on my face.
Mistress leaned into my ear. “Be calm, Vanity. We’re not punishing you. Just a little bit of pain before your pleasure. What’s your safe word, love?”
“Salsa,” I managed to whisper.
“Good, pretty girl,” Sir said, with a nod. “You’ll use it if you need it.”
Taking a deep breath, I nodded.
Mistress glanced at him. “Hold up the beads, Simon.”
They dangled down in a string, and they weren’t small beads.
“Count them, Vanity.”
“Five, Mistress.”
“That’s how many times we are going to edge you. Before you come each time, you will earn one more bead. On the sixth, when you have all the beads, we will make you come.”
Oh. There was a plan. It was a good plan. My heart rate dropped immediately—she’d given me a goal to aim for. She knew me, better than I knew myself. “Thank you, Mistress.”
“Sweet subbie,” she murmured and kissed my forehead. She turned and looked at Sir. “You know what you’re doing with those?”
He grinned, and I bit my lip. Oh, he knew. He knew well how they worked. Mistress giggled softly and before I could think another thought, the head of the wand was against me, and she flicked it on low.
The sensation shot through my body and I arched up, gasping. It felt so good to be at her mercy again. Hers and Sir’s. Before my mind started to cloud again, I watched Sir as he climbed onto the bed from his side and moved to where he could watch what Mistress was doing.
A hard press of the wand distracted me. A moment after that, I felt cold fingers press against the dark entrance in the back. The shock of the cold was a surprise, and I gasped and jerked my hips up.
“Mm,” Sir mumbled and reached up to pull on the weight still attached to my breast. “She’s delightful.”
“Do be careful, dear. We don’t want her to accidentally come…and you know she likes her breasts played with.”
“That she does.”
My mind started to blank out. The wand was ratcheting up slowly, and Sir had my mind in two additional places as well.
“Her legs are shaking,” Sir said. “That’s usually a sign she’s getting ready to come.”
“Watch and learn,” Mistress answered. “We’ll take her right to the edge. Go ahead and give her that first bead, Simon. Watch how much she likes it.”
Simon
Laicy was vicious and precise.
It was such a goddamn turn on. She worked Vanity like nothing I’d ever imagined before, and we were only on the second bead. I was so damn hard watching them, that I had to do something to help myself. And I had an idea.
Standing, I walked around the bed to where Laicy stood, manipulating and pleasuring Vanity’s sex. I pressed myself against her backside and wrapped my arms around her waist.
“Mm, does this make you hard, Si?” she whispered.
“God, yes. I want to fuck you while you’re pleasuring her.” I snaked my hand down to her cleft and petted her lightly. I could hardly believe this was me, but my dick sure could.
“Do you no
w?” she managed.
Lightly, I nibbled on her neck as my answer.
She let out a sigh, and I took that as my yes. Dragging my hands up her sides, I unclasped the bra she hadn’t removed and slipped that down her arms. She moved her hands so it fell onto the floor as well.
God, she felt amazing. I loved the smooth expanse of her skin and how cashmere-soft she was. I trailed my hands all over her body and finally wrapped my hands around her breasts.
Over her shoulder I saw Vanity trying to watch us as she was panting and shaking. She had tears in her eyes, but there’s was no way to miss the lust there, the desire to see us together.
Plumping her softly, I pressed Laicy forward, enough that her elbows were resting on the bed between Vanity’s legs. Standing up straight, I fisted myself and fitting myself against her entrance.
“You want to see me fuck your Mistress, Vanity?” Slowly, I moved my head up and down her slit. Vanity, and Laicy, moaned and nodded.
This was permission, the permission we didn’t have in the kitchen that day. The permission Vanity would have given us. I pushed my erection inside Laicy with agonizing slowness. Her breath stuttered, her body shuddered, and she pressed back against me asking for more.
I held her hips and kept my pace lazy and slow. A bit at a time, I turned us so Vanity could see where I moved inside her. After a while, I moved Laicy’s leg so she rested it on the bed frame and where we joined was in full view for her.
She was panting and mesmerized by our motions. I leaned forward again and slipped my hand around to where Laicy’s clit was, and danced my finger over her.
The moment felt shockingly intimate, despite the three of us there. Despite Vanity’s unabashed voyeurism of our intercourse. Despite my unabashed rapture at my wife edging our girlfriend toward another denied orgasm.
This was amazing. This was what I…we wanted.
I teased Laicy harder, moving faster in her. She shivered against me, and her legs were trembling—I wrapped my arm around her and put a hand on her shoulder. Faster into her, I started thrusting deep, pulling her back onto me.
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