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“Good God it’s hot in there.” Caitlyn flung back the cover and came up for air. Jane remained collapsed in her bed, hand free from Rebecca and her legs still spread open because Caitlyn decided it was so. “Your turn, Becca. We’ve got to put her to bed so wet that she can’t even look at us for a week without crossing her legs.”
“Why are you deciding this for me?” Jane lazily asked although she was not about to close her legs with another woman settling her face between them. Unlike Caitlyn, Rebecca did not cover herself up. There was never any mystery with Rebecca, who loved to maintain eye contact while doing any deed. “Also, my jam dai is quite sensitive, thank you!”
“We can say clit in this house, Lin.” Caitlyn nodded to Rebecca. “You know what to do?”
Of course she did! What else did Jane expect after fingering Rebecca? She was getting it back! Now I’m dead. Right in the center of her being, if Rebecca had anything to say about it.
“Look at her enjoying this,” Jane said while gritting through the pleasure smacking her upside the head once more. “She had to call you in here because she didn’t want me telling her what to do. Oh, I see how it is, Cait. It had to be you.” She was only half serious, but there was truth to her statement. Caitlyn had her distinct domination style she had cultivated after a long marriage to Jane, who had taught her everything she knew! “Now look at your ol’ Jane. Pinned to her bed with two…” No, she had miscalculated, much to Rebecca’s fervent amusement. “Three! Three fingers!”
“What about those three fingers, Lin?”
She was enjoying this too. “Fucking me. There, you happy?”
“Mm, no.” Cait usually slept with her hair up, and tonight had been no different as she invited Jane to shove both her hands up that tent-like T-shirt. No bra. Perfect. Nobody had tits like Caitlyn, who special-ordered her bras through the local lingerie store that specialized in bigger sizes. Jane would never say that Caitlyn’s breasts were the first things she noticed about her future wife. No, that was the fresh smile and the dark blond hair that turned everyone’s gaze wherever they went. But the breasts were a close second. Those were the days when Caitlyn advertised them with low-cut tops and pushup bras, God bless her. First thing I did when we hooked up that night was shove my face in them. Could she do that again now? Pretty please?
“What do you mean no?”
That fresh smile touched her nose. “I’m not gonna be happy until you’re sweating. Remember? You owe me.”
Before Jane could assertDon’t you mean Becca owes you?she was flung across her bed, in a perfect position to submerge herself between Caitlyn’s legs for a change.
Ha! No mercy shown!
“Becca, I am busy here.” Jane may have gently chided her girlfriend as she attempted to focus on the wonderful task before her, but she also wasn’t going to tell Rebecca to not keep fingering her from behind. “Never mind. Carry on.”
“You should see the ridiculous look on her face,” Caitlyn said as she made herself comfortable on Jane’s bed. “She planned this, you know.”
Jane’s mouth was too preoccupied to speak, but her brain continued to fire at a mile a minute. Of course she did. We brought her into our house, didn’t we? Jane and Caitlyn expected no less from their mutual third. Someone had to keep them in line, and apparently, Jane needed to be kept in line. Oh, no.
Still, it wasn’t the easiest thing in the world, going down on her wife while someone else fucked her as if that was her sole purpose in this damned life.
Talk about a distraction from this lovely woman I call my wife. Caitlyn must have been Jane’s tried-and-true wife if they had been married, divorced, then married again. Sure, it was all legalities at the end of the day, but there was power in seeing a woman as her wife. Especially one like this.
God, how had Jane gotten so lucky? She had two prime examples of womanhood surrounding her. From the voluptuous form of her blond bombshell of a wife to the stark lines of her redheaded girlfriend, Jane Wong had never known unfathomable pleasure like this until she moved to America.
That’s it. God bless American women! At least she could firmly say she had a type.
She wished she could say she lasted long enough to not start the chain reaction on her bed. Unfortunately for Jane, she was so excited by how this evening had gone that in conjunction with her earlier good fortune, it was only a matter of a few minutes before Rebecca hit her just right and spiraled Jane back into climax.
Which was to Caitlyn’s benefit, of course. Who didn’t love having a slobbering fool of an orgasmic woman going down between their legs?
Eat this up, Becca. Oh, what Jane would give to have a camera pointed at her girlfriend’s face! It must have been quite the sight with something like this going on right in front of her!
Then the white light hit the back of Jane’s eyes, and that was it. She was too busy surviving both ends of an orgasm to think about anything but the intense physical sensations dragging her to the mortal realm of carnal delights.
“Good Lord,” Caitlyn said while Jane leaned a cheek against her thigh and caught her breath. “Somebody do something about Rebecca. She shouldn’t look so smug in our bed.”
“You first, love.” Jane had lost the ability to move the bottom half of her body. Her mouth was dry, too, thanks to keeping it busy while also silently screaming through orgasm. “I will be right here.”
“No, I insist. You first.”
“Maybe Rebecca doesn’t need anything else tonight,” said the woman in question. “Maybe this is all the love she needs.”
“That’s it.” Nothing renewed Jane like a statement as silly as that. “Let’s go, Cait.”
“For fucking real.” The whole bed shook as they both propped themselves up and pulled Rebecca back down onto the bed. “We can’t let her go around talking like that.”
The thing about any long-term relationship? There were certain routines acquired as time went on. The same was true forthis throuple. When Jane and Caitlyn decided to take Rebecca on together using nothing but their bodies, they had a rhythm. A choreography that was tried and true and a fan favorite among all three. Which was why they didn’t have to say a word to determine that one would claim one end and the other… well, the other.
