Text Free and Jealousy Pt. 2

Autumn

I should be going to sleep. Between these 12-12-12s, bullshit with Wyn and Rico, and my regular moody self, I should exit my shower, go to the guest bedroom, and burrow myself under the covers for the next three days.

Instead, I’m oiling up my newly cleaned body. My torso is twisted in the mirror as I rub oil across the rose on my ass check.

My lip wants to curl, but I don’t let it. Instead, I let my butt go, and push all the things from the past and present haunting me to the recesses of my mind, and think about what I have waiting for me in my playroom.

My husband, and my wife.

That makes my lips spread immediately, and I saunter to my loves.

Our playroom, surprisingly, was Patience’s idea. One trip to Dionysus had her hooked, and Turkey turned his mancave into our own little oasis. It’s nowhere near finished, since Patience is still exploring her limits. For her to have such a high libido, her experience in kink is lacking.

I comb my bottom lip thinking about a bitch texting her tonight. Matching her nasty… I know exactly what tricks she’s bragging about, and that’s child’s play.

If only whoever could see Pay now.

There’s a king sized four-post bed in the middle of the playroom. Turk’s rounding it, examining his work.

Patience is panting so hard, her chest is heaving. Completely naked, nipples hardened to points. 

Well, not completely naked; there’s a silk blindfold covering her eyes. Sensory deprivation has been her thing lately.

Turkey has her propped on her knees. Her ankles are tied to the headposts, as are her wrists, but the ropes around her wrists are more lax than the ropes around her ankles.

Turk leans over the bed and whispers something in her ear; probably asking for a color.

I assume right; she whimpers green before Turk kisses her lips and straightens.

He turns toward me and smirks, eyes hungrily grazing my form.

We’ve perfected speaking through our eyes. He wants to watch tonight.

Interesting.

Taking the remote to the bluetooth speakers out of his pocket, he begins to back toward the corner, where there’s a leather wingback chair set up with a full view of the bed. 

Soft R&B begins to filter through the space, but I don’t make a move. My eyes just dance between Turkey and Pay as excitement and lust begin to fill me from my toes to the top of my head.

He hasn’t just watched in a very long time.

Since back before I met Patience, when I was still figuring out how to pleasure a woman. Back when I first surrendered myself to him.

“Come here, Auty.”

My feet move me across the room until I’m in front of my man. Without prompting, I drop to my knees, and rest my chin on his knee.

His hand rubs the top of my braids gently, and I close my eyes to relish the feeling. Slowly, the tension from the past few weeks melts away, and I ground myself completely in this room.

When I open my eyes, Turk is smiling gently. His hand cups the back of my head and he moves me until I’m in between his spread legs, and his other hand cups my chin.

“Daddy wants to watch tonight. You got me?”

I nod slowly, opening my mouth and moaning when he slides his thumb across my tongue. 

“Pick a number between one and five, baby girl.”

“Five,” I mutter around his thumb. He slides it out of my mouth as he leans down and wraps his tongue around mine.

“Good girl.” He gestures toward the table by the chest, and I see my dildo Purple Reign, in her harness and ready for me.

I start crawling toward the table, moving as seductively as I can because I know Turk is watching. Lifting up from my hands, I grab the harness and begin to fasten it.

A rough hand grabs my braids and pulls the side of my face onto Turk’s clothed, hard dick. I open my mouth and begin to tongue it through his pajama pants. God, I’m feral. Wetness begins to pool at my center, so much that it leaks onto my inner thighs.

With a gentle tug, I stand straight, and let Turk fasten the harness on me. 

Then he grabs my braids and shoves his tongue down my throat.

All too quickly, it’s over. With a small peck, he turns me toward the bed and sends me on my way to take care of our girl.

She knows to be quiet. Turk will have her waiting for hours if he sees fit. But she likes the anticipation.

Her body is coated with a fine sheen of sweat. Her thighs are wobbling. And I can smell her arousal even from feet away. 

“Safe word?” I purr, climbing behind her.

“C-calculus,” she says, her breath catching when I place my palm flat on the middle of her back and push down.

The ropes on her wrists pull taut now as I push more and more, until her plump ass is all the way in the air. 

I can’t help myself.

I lick from her clit to her asshole, gathering as much cream as I can, savoring her.

“You ready for her, huh, Pay? Prolly don’t even need no lube.”

I shift so that the dildo is at her entrance, and sure enough, the head slides in easily.

Patience makes a keening sound as I push all the way in. The glide is easy, and I have to steady myself when I bottom out.

My gaze meets Turk’s. He winks at me, and I know what time it is.

I pull out, all the way to the tip, then bottom out again, setting a punishing pace with one hand on the middle of her back, and the other digging into her hip.

“Count them out loud, Pay,” Turk demands from the chair. He eases his erection out of his pants, and lazily strokes himself.

Saliva pools in my mouth as I stare at the motions his hand makes. My own pussy clenches, begging to be filled.

Maybe I’ll beg for real after Patience’s punishment.

“One,” she breathes out, before her back hunches.

“Take it,” I grit, going harder.

Her second, third, and fourth orgasms come as easily as the first. I’ve perfected my stroke, hitting her g-spot repeatedly. Sweat pools at the dip of my back, but I keep going. Daddy wants her to come five times, so she’ll come five times.

I lean down, bearing all my weight on her until we’re in collapsed doggy style. I’m deeper in this angle, and Patience is delirious, whimpering and drooling onto the black silken sheets.

Her arms are suspended in the air, fingers digging into the ropes. I curl my own arms around her shoulders and grind into her.

Turk loses his pants and walks over, dick angry and proud. He eases onto the bed and feeds it to her, snatching the blindfold off of her and slowing fucking her face. 

“Only people matching yo nasty is right here,” he grits, holding her gaze. She tries to nod, but she can’t go anywhere. Can’t do anything but take it.

Her eyes roll to the back of her head and I damn near feel her pussy choke the dildo.

Turk groans, releasing himself into her mouth. As soon as he’s done, he pulls out and produces a knife to cut the rope.

I slip out of her gently, kissing her cheek before going to get water. When I come back to the bed, Patience is in Turk’s lap, and he's rubbing feeling back into her arms.

I twist the top off the cold water from the mini fridge next to the chest and pour water into her mouth. She hums, eyes closed, a satisfied smile on her face as we take care of her.

The scene was a little extreme, which is why Turkey just wanted to watch. He likes watching me fuck, and he knows I’d be a little rougher to get my frustrations out, just like he knows sometimes Pay likes it rougher than he likes to give.

A Pleasure Dom through and through. I’m proud he even tightened the ropes as much as he did.

“I’ll bathe her. You clean up here.” I nod before he kisses me, and lose myself in putting our playroom back together and sanitizing Purple Reign.

By the time I walk back into our room, Pay is snoring softly in the bed and the shower’s running. I walk into the bathroom, and Turk gestures for me to join him.

He’s all over me before the water can hit me.

Strong hands dig into the crease of my ass and just like that I’m airborne, my back hitting the damp wall tiles.

I don’t have a chance to catch my breath before his dick fills me completely.

“Shit!” I hiss, my teeth piercing my bottom lip as he drills into me, over and over and over again.

“You so fucking sexy,” he growls, before latching his lips onto the sensitive skin below my ear. He kisses me there, before moving lower and sucking there, too.

My nails dig into his back as he fucks me thoroughly. God, I can’t believe I almost missed out on this.

On Turkey fucking me and filling me the way only he can.

“Fucking perfect. You so damn perfect, Auty.”

“I am?” I whimper, needing to hear it. My nipples harden even more, deliciously dragging on his chest as he thrusts.

“You are,” he stresses. “So perfect. Amazing. Enough. So good, baby. So good for Daddy. I love you, baby.” 

Turk pulls me so my ass is flush with his pelvis, and grinds me so amazingly on him that my orgasm is triggered.

“I love you, too!” I cry, pulling his lips to mine.

They thrash together, tongues licking around our mouths as he fucks me harder until I feel his hot seed painting my walls.

Before he’s even done, we’re sliding onto the floor. Steam envelopes us as we continue to kiss. He holds me tight against him, and I do the same.

When I clench around him, he rears back, and searches my face.

He’s been doing that more and more. Like he knows I’m not okay. Like he knows something shifted after me and Wyn had it out the last time.

But when I smile, and tug on one of his barrel twists, he smirks, and I know I’ve fooled him again.

We wash each other, dry each other, and slide into bed with our wife.

I spoon Patience. Turk spoons me. 

Patience sighs and settles into my arms, her hands curling over mine. Turk kisses my shoulder, and it doesn’t take long for us to follow Patience to sleep.

In a couple hours, the sun will be up, and we can face the things we don’t talk about. But right now, we can lose ourselves off the excuse of something as arbitrary as a text free number.