“PLEASE, David! Please, I need it. I love you so much! Don’t you love me? I’ve been a good girl, I’ve been a good wife, I’ve done everything you’ve ever asked. I brought you Mia — you can keep her, you can still fuck her tonight, you can fuck her every night, I don’t care. She doesn’t even have to know. We can have this one thing just between us, I’ll give you whatever you want just please fuck me right now.”
David smiled sweetly and leaned in for a kiss. Hope swelled in my chest and my hand flew down, frantically trying to work open his pants — I could feel how hard he was and it made me swoon. David broke our kiss and spoke from a millimeter in front of my face.
“You really want this cock?”
“Yes! Yes, please, anything, I need it, your wife needs it…”
David sped his manipulation of my clit. He kissed me again, only for a second, then leaned forward and said right into my ear: “Too bad, you gave it away.”
An anguished cry burst forth from my lips; it hurt so very much. But, as David surely expected, it also launched me into the fucking Sun — I came ferociously on his fingers. It quieted me. There was no more room for my selfish desire, no abject need to be filled up before Mia. I had gotten my fix.
***
Once I regained my composure David went to change and freshen up; he suggested I do the same, and reminded me to replace the bed sheets I had soiled. I did, and then I had nothing to do except wait.
Alone in the bedroom, my arousal began to grow once again — all I could think about was what was about to happen, and I’d never been able to think about that without melting into a puddle of lust. That’s how we got here in the first place. I knew I wasn’t allowed to touch myself, but it was hard, and getting harder by the minute. When I heard the garage door open, signaling Mia’s return, I had an embarrassingly Pavlovian response: my twat began to drool.
I waited. I hadn’t been told to stay upstairs, but I couldn’t face them. I couldn’t face her. Instead I lay down and waited, and listened, and stewed, and continued to liquefy. Faintly, I could hear happy sounds coming from downstairs: my husband & his lover chatting, moving around, getting ready. Planning, no doubt. At some point they ate a light supper without me.
Should I eat? I don’t know, but it’s been over an hour; this is getting awkward. Whatever is happening downstairs I should be a part of it, or else it’s like I’m not a real part of this family. This family. Oh god. This growing family. Why did we … maybe there’s still … Oh Fuck. Oh, FUCK. I have to go down there. Come on, Kim … Kim, don’t just lie there: get the fuck out of bed. Let’s go, you can figure it out on the way d–
Before I could talk myself into leaving the bedroom, it was too late; they were coming upstairs. Not knowing what else to do, I stood to greet them.
David and Mia walked through the door hand-in-hand, beaming, looking every bit like a couple in love. Which they were. They took a few steps inside and stopped when they saw me, but their faces didn’t drop, and if they were feeling the same kind of anxiety that I was it didn’t show in the slightest. I watched mutely as they turned to face each other; they exchanged a few words and nods, seemingly confirming some prior agreement, which they now sealed with a kiss. When the kiss broke, Mia turned and walked right up to me. She was the very picture of confidence, coming over to greet a petrified wreck.
When she got to me she rested her hands on my shoulders at arm’s length. “Kim,” she said warmly. She held my stare for a breath then came forward and kissed me — the kiss was soft and lingering, but I was too frightened to return it. She gave up on the kiss and hugged me then, tightly, but my arms stayed at my side. From over her shoulder I saw David watching. I tried to tap into whatever was giving him his strength, but it wasn’t working. Mia woke me from my stupor.
“Thank you,” she whispered. She sounded so earnest, so vulnerable … and Mia was never vulnerable. It affected me deeply — inside, the walls came tumbling down. I heard myself sob once. I held back a second sob, and I held back a tear. My eyes clenched shut and my arms, unbidden, came up and wrapped around Mia like she was my life raft. In that moment she felt like home. My eyes opened and found David, watching approvingly.
When the hug ended Mia looked at me and we broke into embarrassed, genuine smiles that seemed to communicate whatever it was we needed to say. “Whew! You ready to do this thing?” she asked. I nodded eagerly, and through my faltering voice I managed a ‘Yes.’ I thought I could see it now: this would be hard, but this would be good.
Mia looked back at David, gleeful and triumphant. David, in turn, looked at me and said, “Kim, why don’t you help Mia with her clothes. For old times’ sake.” Of course. I rarely did this anymore but, if we were going to go through with this, we might as well do it properly.
“Yes, sir.” Mia stood still for me and watched with satisfaction as I worked off her few articles of clothing. When I reached my arms around to unhook her bra strap, she took the opportunity to lean in and whisper her first set of instructions for the night.
“Hey, Kim.” I froze in place. “Are you going to be a good girl tonight? All night? Are you sure you’re ready to do that for me?” This might be the closest she would ever come to asking for my permission. The sane thing would be to think about it for one solitary heartbeat. But I was already plummeting into the warm embrace of subspace, so I didn’t.
“Yes, Mia.” The words came automatically, tickling the pleasure centers of my brain on their way out.
“Good! That’s good. Then I want you to do something for me. Tonight, all night, until the deed is done or I tell you otherwise, your hand…” –as she said this she took my hand in hers and pressed it hard up in between my legs — “… stays here. You understand, Kimmy?”
I drew in a sharp breath and replied happily, “Yes, Miss Mia.”
“Wonderful. We can’t have you going goofy on us now; just let this little button help keep you on track tonight, hmm? We’ll both have a much better time.”
“Ooooh … yes, Miss Mia … thank you…” I knelt down to slide her panties off and was saw that I was inches away from her bare mound, my hand obediently rubbing my own, and without thinking I dove forward to plant my mouth on it. A happy moan welled up from deep within me. I would get her ready.
Mia was pleased. “Ah-haaaaaMmmmm … someone’s eager … someone’s already being my good girl.” She stood there and let me feast for a couple minutes, lovingly running her fingers through my hair, from time to time letting out the happy little sighs that had become so important to me.
When she’d had enough she took a step back, walked around behind me, and held my head in position. She motioned for David to take the spot in front of me. He’d already stripped himself while I worked on Mia, so in just a few moments I had his semi-rigid tool on my lips; I groaned appreciatively as I took him inside my mouth.
For a minute there was nothing else in my world except the rapidly hardening shaft on my tongue; it was blissful, peaceful. I became aware of Mia’s hands on top of my head, holding me in place; it felt like comfort and security. I could hear my dom and my husband making out above me, and a tinge of exquisite jealousy rippled through me. My free hand took hold of David’s scrotum; it felt so full, so swollen with life. Unthinkingly, I was overcome with the need to get at that life before it could be gifted to someone else, to drain his balls into my mouth — I sped up and began working with purpose. Mia noticed.
“Whoa, settle down, tiger,” she said with a giggle and pulled me off David’s cock. “Maybe you’d better have a seat over there.” She pointed me in the direction of the chair by the bed and I slunk over to my seat, appropriately chastened, as Mia guided David by the hand to our bed. She lay down and David took his place between her legs. He looked down at her, infatuation written all over his face, and they resumed their kiss from a moment ago. Mia held his head in her hands, then brought one of them down to guide him to her opening — her pained gasp let me know when he was inside of her.
They began a slow and tender lovemaking, and immediately I could see the value of Mia’s instruction to keep my hand on my sex. What they were doing was intimate, meaningful … and so, so private. I was an afterthought in my own home. I don’t know what I would have done if not for my clit pumping out its special stream of opiates.
For what seemed like an eternity — but was probably only 10 minutes — they stayed like that, locked in their own world, not once looking at me. Not once thinking of me, I assume. I couldn’t hear most of what they said, but I heard enough. It started off simply and brutally enough: staring into each other’s eyes and declaring their love. It wasn’t the first time I’d bore witness to that exchange, but it was the most solemn.
And it was David who said “I love you” first. Mia responded in kind, cradling his face in her hand, and they went on like that — slowly, reveling in their shared moment, in no hurry for it to be over, muttering sweet nothings to each other that I usually couldn’t make out. Most of what I could make out made me almost wish I couldn’t. A few minutes in, as their psychic connection grew, David lifted his head from the side of Mia’s face and looked at her like he’d just thought of something deep and meaningful.
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